Haunted Wood I'm dressing so ironic

The shadow succeeded in her efforts to throw her off and Vanity took her steps back, panting softly.
She watched the disgruntled, tried woman longer before grinning.
They were both tired and it made no sense for them to go on.

"You're good," she complimented after regaining her breath. She certainly gave her a workout.
She licked her lips, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I didn't hurt you too much?"
She hoped not. Senseless hurting wasn't sensible, especially as a pack putting a target on their backs.