The Sunspire [m] carved teeth

his pursuit had been her aim almost from the beginning; the fact that he had not had her that evening when she lay in his den had perturbed and incensed muskrat, more for the remaining sense of humiliation left in its wake.

and so her teeth did clack against his, fighting downslope from her higher vantage point until both of them tasted blood, until she had given akavir some idea of the battle-honed fury which might have once seen her become a war chief.

when at last she saw fit to relent, akavir's face looked above her own, blotting the stars, and there was no hesitation as her claws sank into his shoulders, urging his muscular body into a descent upon her own.