Hoshor Plains grinning

bloodwant had not yet turned to rage. merrick still did not experience it as she dove closer and swung her body against his. 
the impact bruised him;
blood swam beneath his skin. he sliced his teeth through cold air, hoping to nick her again — to taste — to give.
the single eye flamed counterpoint and contrarian and cannibalistic — his laughing mingled madly with hers and merrick dove again, sharklike, this time not to seize but to drive onward.
a stand of trees stood against the wild earth. he snorted steam from his nostrils and bathed a wound high upon his jaw.