Blackfoot Forest The Strangest Thing

He converged upon her in a flaunt of strength, the glory of his full height stretching well overhead. Her stomach twist and ears flattened, tail at half-mast behind her yielding to passive curl. He’d shed the previous grace reserved for her, now she could smell the ire that radiates from his fur. He made his demand for submission in no spoken word, and she’d have no choice but to yield, a low, throaty whine saying as much.

But she still could not temper the blaze that had taken quick offense to the stranger’s flak!

“When befits present company,” Came the reply unbidden, before she’d had a better mind to recant such a baiting thought.