Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

his snapping teeth made her pull away immediately.

she could not be certain of his intentions either, and preferred not to be maimed, so she kept herself contained despite how close she'd come; now she would not venture to taste his air or search the scents of his coat, and relented, settling back with her head down and body sickled.

her tail bat the earth again, then dragged close to her heels where it remained planted. she was submissive, though there was always room for more. she had not and would not show her belly to anyone; such pride might prove her downfall.