Bearclaw Valley [M] Ursa Major

She desired the challenge in his tone, savoured it, and nurtured it like loosing lighter fluid into a flame. Like two vines they twined together, ankle over ankle, chest into shoulder, growing stronger with every twist and turn of the stem.

 ”Betht theven out of ten,” She said, baring her teeth in a wolfish grin that threatened to devour him should he not immediately devour her.