Phantom Hollow Gaze at me instead

the dance was ferocious, cat guided by nature, dog by calculated decision. 

they twirled around one another. swipe of claw. snap of fang. soon the hound was feeling her inner nature surface with each heartbeat, panting, gaze growing wild.

she would've let the Hunt consume her, were it not for another dancer that joined.

night-black wolf, small but fierce, came from the side for the bobcat. the feline was almost as big as they, yet the shade struck with courage.

unwise.

immediately the cat began to swipe for the wolf, and medalina leapt aside to search for angle from which the soft stomach or gentle neck could be reached.