Duskfire Glacier stolen breath

there's a click of teeth beneath his jaw. the soldier moves with a renewed vigor, a swiftness that belies a form honed for brute strength and not speed. side steps, chin tucked to throat to protect vitals. he uses his heft to charge forward, to crash against her svelte side. to overpower. she is strong still; hard to move, but he does not give up.

if she topples, if she falters, he is quick upon her. caging her in between two thick forelimbs, his form looming atop. eyes burning with a fury unmatched. he'd lean down to snap his jaws just short of her throat, but he does not bite. he would not, despite the urge roaring inside of his veins.

he'd press his nose to her fur and flesh, to feel her pulse. her heart beat strong, true. he grins something toothy and wolfish. "продолжай, женщина."