Redtail Rise the final braincell

she doesn't mean to draw blood, nor taste it. not now. she is playful, cajoling, her normal savagery bridled. well, at least until he gives the trumpeting sound of challenge, and then—

Avicus thrusts her head high in the air, rearing slightly onto her hindquarters to seize the top of his muzzle in her mouth, if he'll allow. and god help him if he does not.

her eyes lock with his; they hold no malice but are gimlet. unrelenting. 

mine. all of it. this land, these beasts, and you

only a few heartbeats pass before she releases whatever hold she has, and returns to the earth, tail sweeping in a fast, high arc.