Firefly Glen in my veins like fire

the woman grins, a wild and untamed thing. the song of battle calls her forward. she whips past him, a flash of teeth grazing thick neck fur. a twist as he snaps his jaws in her direction, lunging for his flank instead. will he flee like a dog or fight like a man? above all, she searches in him for thought. ability to reason rather than rushing, as so many men are prone to do.

"takutinnga." she goads, tail raised and swiftly wagging.