Ravensblood Forest one fish, two fish

meredith prowled through the water, hazel eyes locking onto firefly with the kind of intensity that should’ve sent shivers up his spine. instead, it only fed that damnable grin of his, all sharp teeth and cocky bravado.

she had him, almost. she could feel his tail slip just past her nose, could hear the splash of his paws as he leapt for higher ground. and then there he was, perched above her, gloating.

her lips curled, half amusement, half warning. comfortable in your skin, huh? she drawled, circling the boulder like a shark. sounds to me like you’re just comfortable bein’ outta reach.

the river surged around her legs, cold and biting, but she barely felt it. her focus was fixed solely on him. but i gotta say, firefly, she purred, stepping closer, water lapping at her shoulders now. feels like you’re settin’ yourself up real nice up there, like a little prize just waitin’ to be claimed.

and before he could react, before he could so much as widen those damn amber eyes in realization—she lunged. muscles coiled, legs kicked against the river’s current, and she surged forward, paws scraping for purchase as she propelled herself up onto the slick rock.

if she went down, she’d make sure he did too.