Duskfire Glacier widowsnest

"do not worry about me. let's hope you don't fail, снежный барс" iosef chuckled. a glimmer in his eye, mirroring the playful challenge she presented. he readied himself, the cords of muscle going taut within his limbs. she would not; she couldn't afford to. 

the bull it is. a faint smirk curled at the corners of his lips; he was satisfied with her bold choice. a cow would've been too easy. "good choice. i won't hunt anything smaller." a taunt, a prod. just to see if she'd bite. 

he watches with masked approval as she takes off; his eyes are naturally drawn to the muscle that coils beneath her skin, taut and strong along her back and hind legs. his smile is wolffish, eager, and he bellows with laughter that trails behind her. "not a chance!"

down the outcrop he slides, his jaw set with determination. the irresistible pull of the hunt. he's hot on her tail, blazing a path behind her. and with a roguish smirk, he's leaning forward to nip at her ankles, his teeth snapping just short of her tail. "slow," he snickers, before he's surging ahead.