Firefly Glen lovely bitter water

The drag of teeth through her flank fur made her shudder, tongue licking out over her nose.

He stalked, and away she leapt, twirling with quick strides. As was the way of hunter and prey, though her bright smile over her shoulder was not the way of prey. She, perhaps, wanted to be devoured.

She stepped and twirled, curving through the mingled wolves with practiced grace.