Morningside Cuesta [m] vieja

he mocked her. he toyed with her. silvertongue knew he would follow again, would lunge the moment that her back was turned. no growl followed, only the hot look of one ready to die, if only her dignity could be preserved. a step back. another. her claws flexed in the sandy loam and she waited for juárez to make his own move, circling, circling with that same stare locked upon his face as he forced her to move.