Hoshor Plains grinning

where he was bearmight she was whiplash.
her supple figure dazzled and danced one step ahead of merrick, and then her own needle-teeth were glinting.
the man had not expected her gambit and leaped with a nimbleness his scarred body might have denied. a sputter of cackled laughter ripped from his throat. he landed, tail lashing, and swung in a dramatic arch to her right.
he wanted to see the strain and heave of her feet, the way the flank held the kinetic energy of flight. and the longer he was denied, the more fervent in his madness merrick became.