Blacktail Deer Plateau wisteria; growing [m]

instinct bid both of them, though astara found her mind beginning to question all of it; the alien sensation, the hidden her implacable emotion welling within her. her stomach ticked as the coldness of his nose raked past her, her spine arched —

and then he guided himself where she could not see; her indigo gaze sought the menacing copper of his own as she turned her head sidelong, this time a snarl welling from her throat. 

a quick lunge, and astara’s teeth sought the meat of merrick’s flank in antagonistic urging, meanwhile her blood pounded against her skull to a new shrill and inescapable staccato.