Dragoncrest Cliffs Seal of approval

feeling her teeth rake skin, sobeille sprung back, expecting a toothsome reaction that never came.

the fur along her back stood up in spinal ridges; she cast a glance to the creature’s face, as if to read any emotion there.

he looked bored.

she flipped through her mental catalogue of prey-vs-predator reactions. this was not standard prey behavior.

was he a predator, then?

she walked stilt-legged around him, head bobbing up and down as she measured and reassessed the distance — and then she went in again for the same spot, this time a little harder.