Ravensblood Forest [m] salt binding

salt and brine.

a intoxicating scent.

one he had played in his whole life. and today he would play again.

each leap over moss-slick log or dive beneath a low branch a dare he wouldn't refuse. snow clings to his fur, mud streaks his limbs. a test, a hunt, a dance between predator and prey. his pink tongue flicks out over stained teeth excitedly.

she turns, then comes melodic laughter as she traipses through the woods. he lets a grin curl across his face, it is dark and wild. his chest heaves with exhileration. he barks to her, a sound high-pitched, indulgent in her play.

his breath comes in quick pants. he lungs, closing distance just enough to snap teeth upon the fur of her flank. purposely falling back then, hanging a wide right to begin chasing at her flank.