Kildeer Rest [m] ford

his response confuses iza. she steps back with a whimper, ears folding. he is on her, his larger frame set with teeth, and she is thrown to the ground.

was this not a courtship? didn't he want her?

he smells of pack, she realizes belatedly. he could not be a mate to her.

appeasing licks of her own muzzle seek to placate him as she tries to find her feet. the desire is hot and fierce. but no longer for this man.

against the earth iza scrambled backward. if a chance came, she would run.