Bearclaw Valley [m] You can be everything you want to be before your time

Ameline’s teeth snapped together as she yielded her ground to him, shepherded by the man who sought to push her away rather than pull her close and satisfy her cravings. Bitter fire was stoked within her- and the surly Regina wheeled away from her husband to fly across the meadow. 

Whirling featherlight, she danced before him and denied him closeness every time he reached for her, as if his touch was a spur to soft skin. Giddy and spirited, she darted through the meadows- making sure that he followed, but not easily.