Wapun Meadow huir

In her peripheral vision, she could see the glint of Ancelin’s bared teeth as the trespassers hips sank with each thrust. She knew from the redness in his gums that his heart raced as fast as hers, and that he listed for another taste of the man’s blood. 

But all too suddenly, the man’s hips rose- and Ameline saw his shoulders sink as he suddenly slid to a halt and fell behind. She braced her shoulders and splayed her toes, using her hooked claws to grasp the earth as if to keep it from spinning- so that she too could pivot and race after him.

The air in her throat was cold and harsh, and even with the taste of the stranger’s blood on her tongue, she knew she could taste blood on her own breath as well. As brutish and wiry as she was, she couldn’t keep up a breakneck pace for forever. 

Still- there was something to be said for tenacity, and she would not give up in her chase until the man was free of the meadow.