Duskfire Glacier [m]wen se solèy la

mireille's teeth snapped; flashed, once, twice, thrice;
not in fear, not in anger; she felt his impatience and it goaded her to tempt him further. the green eyes were dark and wild as an oceanic storm. she lunged for him in a true bite now, aiming for the side of his muzzle.
his nearness and power drunkened mireille, for she had never been so close in this way to a man not her own kin. and in this came the raving stallion of her own answering might — she would be earned, and in a testing of their violence against one another if need be.
mireille did not think he would injure her; she threw her plume recklessly to and fro, enveloping them both as they churned in high danger upon the topmost ramparts of duskfire.