Duskfire Glacier [m]wen se solèy la

he meant to hunt but mireille was no vixen.
she met his bay with a defiant howl of her own, one that soared from her tones as she snaked to the top of the summiting point and stood upon a sheet of ice, facing into the dawn as a flaming silhouette.
she looked for him; she danced in place, too restless to stand still, alternating between tooth and hum as she waited to see what he might do next.
and fearlessly, always, mireille kept her eyes upon his own.