Swiftcurrent Creek spools

Fur and flesh between her teeth, then; the pulse of blood under skin; the tang of it on her tongue, just a touch, just enough to remind her of her place. A low growl simmered in her throat, flaring to a snarl as they both hit the ground. For a moment Mae only held her there.

Abruptly she stood. You want to help? She spat, bristling all over. Fight back. Fuck me up. Unless you don't think you can.

Did the coywolf understand what was asked of her?

Mae would learn to fight past her blindness, or die trying.