Firefly Glen in my veins like fire

they finish their meal in pleasant silence, but the man makes no move to leave. nor does he move closer, remaining at a distance with interest shining in lidded brown eyes. he speaks again, and qupir knows only that he wants from her. if it is the same, they will share warmth when her season comes.

rather than answer that which she cannot understand, she turns away from him with a flick of her tail, tantalizing with a scent not yet ready. if he wishes to lay, he will not wander far from her. and perhaps, if he wishes to prove his worthiness to her now, they will spar. it is easiest to assess a man's worth by the way he moves during battle. he should be sleek, sharp like a blade but with measured effort.

"unatarit uvannik." she demonstrates her intent with prowling gait and attentive eyes. they have both eaten. they will fight, and then they will rest, and then they will fight again.