Sun Mote Copse and my whole earth shook

she bore down the slope, raven fur lifted and animus held in that single glittering indigo eye. keshi bolts to the other side, shielded by her companion. the blackbird reciprocates her softly spoken hello with an eruptive snarl. 

ignoring the conflicting signals and bewildering wink of her companion, vixen runs the length of her flank against his and then tries to pivot around him. his pretending to not know who she was only aggravated her further, flaring a past-life’s insecurity that he aims to replace her with this bitch!

teeth bared to their most sinister degree, she pushes for keshi with a series of snaps designated to drive her out of vermouth’s bubble.