Bearclaw Valley hammerfall

owl-flight!
ameline flew toward her rex in a glimmering of gold and great swiftness. the land seemed to part for her, bending to gilded will.
answering snarl clashed in the cold air; he turned, braced, and closed the small bit of space between them with a leopardic leap.
eyes danced in crazed pleasure — he meant to grasp her between strong forelegs and roll them both into the wintered stems of former bluebell splendor.