Bearclaw Valley hammerfall

Laughter rose, and abated the feverish desire that had risen within her. She saw the pale fur of his throat, and the pillar of a shadow that grew from the crop of his jaw toward his chest, and glanced up to see the sparkle in his eye. Puffs of warm breath spilled from his lips and created a swirling smoke screen between them. 

She chuffed now, and stepped back. Could’ve had you there, She said, the curl of her tail above her back a declaration of victory- a boxer throwing his gloved hand into the air before the whistle was blown.