Duskfire Glacier widowsnest

that purr of hers, nearly drowned and dull from the stampede of hooves, ignites something within him. something unfamiliar, but something consuming. a low, pleased rumble escapes him; the fire in his eyes dancing with a new light, a new intensity. 

he thought this was a test of her strength, and it is...but now, it feels reversed. as if he was proving himself to her. and he would not disappoint. 

trained eyes watch her as she leaps towards its legs. his heart in a heady drum within his ears. he needed no orders now. when her teeth connect to the bull's thick, sturdy limb, he lunges again. hauls himself up with the power of a mountain to sink his teeth into the bull's thick neck. 

yanking, pulling, hind claws digging into earth. his own limbs tensing with might as the bull slows, its head forced downward from the force of his jaws. its weight unbalanced, close to toppling.