Blacktail Deer Plateau wisteria; growing [m]

he gave chase, drawing a simple smile that withered swiftly from astara's lips. in long strides she weaved, feinting around the bare face of a scabbed rock. she would tease -- slow and then fast, lingering just long enough for his teeth to grip wisps of her hair, and then she was off again.

a new light glinted in her gaze, of something more primal than jealousy or even, fear. she swung abruptly back to merrick, facing him off with an almost-insolent stare. meanwhile, the tip of her black tail arced ever so slightly, canted to the side over her thin hips.