Morningside Cuesta [m] trottinggale

she moved like water beside her husband, her steps light and deliberate, a delicate mirror to his powerful strides. where sun eater’s force pushed, she pulled, their movements a balanced dance honed by instinct and trust.

warmth flooded her chest at his touch, his brief brush against her carrying reassurance and fire. they were united, two halves of a predatory whole.

the bull’s bellow split the air, a guttural sound of resistance and pain. its wounded shoulder betrayed it, a single misstep on the churned snow. it stumbled, and in that heartbeat of vulnerability, k'edghildza surged forward, her body coiling into a spiraling leap.

her teeth found the soft expanse of its neck, her momentum driving downward. the caribou’s weight fought her, but the precision of her strike and the determination in her grip anchored it. snow kicked up around her as the beast’s knees buckled, its cries muffled beneath the ferocity of her hold.