Firefly Glen [m]eet me in the woods tonight

She came closer, closer. Tasting the air. Tasting the musk and sweetness between them; he did the same, lips parting more, breath coming fast. He rumbled deep in his chest, an answer to her croon, and sought to preen at the base of her—

An intercepting shadow.

A man, big and dark, showing his teeth. His eyes flashed briefly toward the woman in search of a response, then moved back to the interloper.

Get lost, his grizzled face read, his lips curling in a fang-heavy sneer. He lifted himself to his full height and snapped at the man's muzzle, aiming to seize and hold it there, to force him to submit. A man interrupted was a man of rage.