Ravensblood Forest [m] salt binding

she leaps. a graceful arc through the air, faintly wet coat glittering in the sun.

so he he leaps too. thick paws skidding against wet earth, sending snow upwards in feathery plumes. landing beside the woman, sliding just a few feet past her. whipping around, closing her off against the stream.

not that it would deter her from sloshing through. but does she want to run from him anymore?

a greasy sneer on his rogueish face as he grins wildly at her. fiery eyes traipsing up and down her, nostrils flaring to inhale her salty, sultry scent. a scent that has driven him wild, and their chase had pumped him full of more adrenaline than he knew how to hold.

he practically trembles with excitement. so he snaps forwards, an attempt at grabbing the woman by the scruff with his teeth and hauling himself up on top of her to take her by the hips.