Firefly Glen [PHE] Violent Femmes

As if paired in a dance, Sobeille mimicked the movement, and changed direction. Cygnet’s heart bellowed in her chest, willing to see her ability to force the other’s movement as a small victory. It was also a tell- that perhaps Sobeille was waiting for her to strike first. 

She was curious to see if she could manipulate this, use it to her advantage. 

Her posture changed, and she shifted into a stalker’s pose, low to the ground. Yet again, she shifted, pivoting on her heel to see if she could perform the same shepherding movement again. 

The anticipation was almost as thrilling as the taste of blood; she would savour it for as long as it could last.