Firefly Glen in my veins like fire

she loses her hold and is sent flying, blood spraying in an arc from her jaws as the bull frees itself. she rolls once, twice, back to her feet, feels the stag's breath hot on her neck as it whirls to face her with wild eyes.

a man behind her, silent as death itself and twice as audacious. he nips at her flank, then at the bull's, and she should wrestle him into the earth, carve her name into his bones until he is nothing. but her body speaks first, and she meets him with a calm curl of her lip instead. a warning and an agreement in one.

the stranger guides shared quarry toward her, and she veers away from a sharp hoof. it whistles past her ear and then she is airborne, lunging for the open wound at its throat and securing herself with large paws. she shreds but is not frenzied, releasing her hold once she feels the damage has been done. if he is a real man, he will help her secure the kill, and they will both feed. if he is a coward, he will stand behind and claim prowess.

qupir pants, licks dripping blood from her jaws, and begins to circle the weakened beast.