Sleepy Fox Hollow Get Joanie on the phone, she'll leave us on a light

the glint in her sunflower eyes was not missed; she danced aside, nimble as any woodland creature. mahler marveled after her — she was given truly over to their game, and he rose eagerly to the conception that he might be only a wolf with wylla, for a time.
he drew up to avoid her gambit, but the shortening reach meant a clip of jaws that did not quite touch the rabbit.  a hoarse chuckle; he reared now, thrusting a flurry of snow at wylla with his broad forepaws. with luck, she might be caught off-guard.