Rising Sun Valley [m] gwo pwen

TELEPATHICALLY I CALLED;

senses flaring; eyes found the shadowed man and approval touched the emerald flicker. he was well-made, tall, muscled; the purplespill of sunlight through his dark pelt brought him higher in her regard.
she circled; her eyes found the pinked scar but it detracted nothing from the man, for had not both her mothers been scarred with their battles?
perhaps he too had sought his own.
mireille stole close; fanned a curtain of her want around them, then stepped back with a wry grin. 
"bring me meat."