Moonsong Glacier [m] Of the January sun; and not to think

Scrambling to her feet rather awkwardly, she crouched low, turning to face him. 

Tail thumping against the earth, she whined once more. But then showed her teeth. 

A contradiction of her own design. Of her own wants! 

But he was man, intruding upon woman's space in the prime of her heat. 

This could not be allowed.

Sunset had proven himself companion. But could he prove himself partner?

Would he even make the attempt?