Boartusk Heights For here he owns, that now and then

The Raven overhead cawed in what could be its species version of laughing ridicule at the Mackenzie. Zsuzsa cursed under her breath. The second there was a window of opportunity to seize the Raven in her jaws it would relieve her of the ill omen it implied upon her. Even if a draft of the approaching male’s scent became increasingly ostensible, she already presumed the other was hot on her trail now. It could be effortless to dash away down the mountainside to evade the confrontation altogether but Zsuzsa’s paws wouldn’t move. Zsuzsa decided to stand her ground.
 
And there he was. Double, quite possibly even triple, her size. Cloaked in the finest midnight black as her own pelt, his brown eyes melded into his coat’s hue to make him seem like a walking phantom. His sheer size was impressive. Immediately Zsuzsa knew he would overcome her in strength effortlessly. Her mind was instantly in overdrive of calculating different scenarios of different vulnerable attack points if in the event she was pinned. The tender regions of the underbelly, the supple and delicate flesh of the inner thighs connecting close to the procreative organs, those could be options. Her fleet-footed claws could possibly access those areas in several rapid slashes. She was ethereal in her movements, even within struggle.
 
He didn’t smell of the Weald but leave it to them to devise tactics that could outwit her senses. She knew her lineage all too well with this. A brusque question came forth from him, irritation clear in his motions. Her black hackles bristled with her pupils slightly dilated, as if the darkness threatened to take over her steely glare. Her ears were pressed forward in a mildly aggressive manner. ”Who are you?” Zsuzsa spoke sharply, declining to answer his initial inquiry. Her gaze was fixated on him warily. There was still enough distance between them for her to react should he decide to. ”How long were you tracking me?” She demanded, imputing an instant accusation on him. The Raven had long since settled on a boulder not too far away, a silent yet interested bystander of the scenario before it.