Firefly Glen in my veins like fire

she falls with a heavy thud, body bouncing stiffly. the mountain woman remains still, waits for him to declare his victory, and he does so with a firm paw pressed to her side. she allows her head to fall to the earth, an act of submission for his eyes alone.

but her muscles are taut, and her hackles bristle. dominance is as natural as breathing, as easy as bared teeth and lifted tail. to yield, to lose, it goes against her very nature. but for him, she lays her head. he has won.

"saqqittivunga."