Firefly Glen in my veins like fire

his shoulder strikes her own, an attempt to knock her off her feet, but she does not shy from him. qupir meets his shoulder with her own and grunts, skidding backward as long nails firmly grasp the dirt. she gives him a nod, pleased, lowers her head and charges.

he is not larger than her by much, but he is broader, his muscles more prominent. she rams her shoulder into his chest, both to steal the breath from his lungs and bowl him over.

"arnatitut unataqattaravit." she croons, lips twitching. he cannot understand her, and thus the compliment is lost, but she means it nonetheless.