Firefly Glen bones, coiled spine, patient spring

he is upon her within seconds, attempting to force her face into the earth. but qupir has fought her fair share of eager men, and none have left her without wounds. not her husband, not the wild men of the mountains, and not this one either. jaws snap open and shut like a vice, aiming to close his muzzle between. and there is no lenience, no friendly waver beneath those eyes.

she will fight him as if her very life hangs in the balance, and if he falters she will wound him greatly.

eyes are wide with a fury unrestrained, jaws foaming with saliva as their bodies slam together like two quaking mountains.