The Sunspire [m] rawhide

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this time had been explained to muskrat again and again, and she had understood it to be several days of something the other women described as chay misk’i nina locura.

she'd hunted for her goat, eaten a good portion where it fell, cached part of it, and carried a haunch back into the great rocks studded just beneath the summit of the mountain, a collar of stone which tethered her too.

any man who might have lingered, the creek wolf or the tall other; muskrat had continued to sling stones and shouts, volleying from her tiny perch.

now she was contorted upon her side, turned in on herself as she panted and tensed all her powerful muscles in control of the now singular mad desire to find one of them, to go to one of them at once.

планинска коза. male. young. alone. gash on its left thigh, resulting in an uneven pace, with frequent stops for rest and grazing. she'd sighted it three mornings ago.

yet, today stretched into the afternoon, her quarry absent from its frequented area. 

narrowing circles eventually revealed the site of slaughter. the huntress exhaled through her teeth. преспора.

blood stains and rotting matter. she followed the trail of the unknown killer by sight and scent. it seemed a wolf, it was definitely canine. a splash of urine against a stone confirmed it - her body jolted at the pheromones.

continuing to track her was, then, a biological pull medalina did not deny.

but she hoped to control it.

---

stones tumbled under her weight. craggy layout of the mountain's height slowing down the woodswoman, as she remembered every self-taught step.

not quite a wolven scent now emerged from the woodlands, the stones, the trees. muskrat slowly rolled to her belly, ears lifted to heed.

someone was coming, senses more attuned to potential than footstep. the warrior rose, padding noiselessly to the edge of the small broad stretch where she had briefly lain.

rocks rolled, clicking against one another.

muskrat kicked another into the open air, waiting to hear it strike the ground — or the watcher. "go!" she snarled, intrigue limning her expression all the same.

rocks tumbling down. another, hitting the ground, less than third of a length from where she stood. medalina lifted her head.

up the steep rise, a snarling face. small and yellow. giving a warning.

the шумарка felt uncertainty.

still, she responded; a bark. tail made to evenly wag.

yu-! 

briefest nervousness that she'd forgotten the language.

..hanter?

hunter. muskrat bared her teeth but dropped down somewhat further, nostrils flared to take in all of this threat she might. threat or suitor; the lines blurred, and here the lines of doggish fur broke the hardness of wolf.

"hunter," the creekwolf said at last in a granite grunt. "you?" perhaps the sound of an unknown accent comforted muskrat as well, eyes flickering with interest over the tall body.

easy words. was it mockery? didn't matter.

medalina sat and used her forelegs to emphasize her words.

yehs. ai hant vat yu hant. yu hant first. bat ai, there was hesitation. the sentence grew beyond her capacities, but she needed to explain. needed to give a reason. ai vaz hant first, for dayz. nau, it dead. ai need hant. yu-

she looked more intently up at the face. possibly coyote or coyote-mixed. would this go against its nature?

yu help hant? for it. return mi for kill mai? repayment. appeal to the sense of rightness.

( this brought more anxiety than any chase or kill )

slowly she made out that the other was in pursuit too of goats.

she thought of the cool meat cached among the stones, and descended in a rivulet of stone-sand and small rolling pebbles.

here the difference in their stature would be apparent, but muskrat circled with the harsh elegance of her clan's namesake. "you think i owe? owe you? i take what you hunt?" tones mocking, but not yet a barb.

"i trade," muskrat said slyly instead. "i give meat for ... what?" the sunflower eyes sought to capture the other's own.

мирис. 

every part of herself needed stilling; expression, gaze, posture, tail, breathing - until the huntress looked stoic, eyes focused onward.

( she opted not to think of her groin, concealed by the length of her fur )

ai vill giv' vat yu ask for. even her voice sounded devoid of emotion. ai not vit pak. ai giv' vat yu vant. ting. duing.

neither limited by responsibility nor supported by others; an item, a service.

response; yes; she pressed teethtips into her own lip and reached up into the feathery cowl which hung from the hunter's shoulders down over the narrow runner's chest.

a body made for coursing. a body made to hunt.

thrilled into a scintillating flash of physical pleasure, muskrat yanked hard on the silken pelt and whirled, finding the tiny path which led almost straightaway up to the neck of the tall mountain.

додир. tension tightened her muscles. an irregular inhale. medalina hated these failings, but willed herself into perfect stillness.

then the yank.
 
for her part medalina made no sound, even as she whipped around to push away the којот - who took off at speed.

the huntress thought a moment. then, she ran too.

it was easy to catch up to the other.

longer legs outpaced shorter limbs. muskrat dove among the undergrowth, proving herself feral and animal wife, woven in strips of light and hanging green.

at length, the swamp panther leapt from the foliage, clawing for higher chest and round shoulders; a parody of courtship but too soft to be war, and all the while her laughter and her scent wafted in tendriling rings around she and her huntress.

medalina followed. 

( twigs yanked at her hair - the wild protested her presence. )

she thought it too whimsical a thought, and discarded it. 

the којот was quick, well-camouflaged, blending into the scorched summer foliage - then, returned with a pounce. 

play-fight? courtship? it stiffened her expression.

van, the dog lowered her head. us hant. den... dis.

she made a gesturing circle with her left foreleg.

firm. decisive. unswayed.

( the animal had the warm and yellow eyes of bloomed мимоза )

and their sunflower scintillation followed the movements of the shaggy hunter.

perhaps it was the hunt which whetted.

the idea of waiting was both appealing and deeply annoyed her. she chose the sensation of self-control with a flick of her tail.

muskrat jerked her pointed head, indicating that she would follow upward into the grasp of the mountain.

( there was a part which had hoped for protest- )

gud. curt nod, and the huntress took to the mountain. followed, unusually.

--

the change was gradual; stiffness fading into determination. tracker's mindset. her sense of scent was good, but medalina sough by sight - droppings, salt-licks, horn-marks, hoofprints.

would have swept by each, but she paused for the other. see, the huntress spoke through these, a billy, poorly fed, supplementing his diet though minerals. easy kill.

impossible to convey more intricate thoughts, of how this male might've been paired with the killed one, moving on to less lush grounds in response to a hunter's presence - but she hadn't the words.

--

коза - midway up a jagged cliff face, browsing rare growths and seeking enriching stones.

eyes swept fast. too steep a climb further up. a hunter's path - but her gait would be uncertain, her size an issue. would it take too long to circle up to...

remembering the other, medalina turned.

yu- ap. in a whisper. her foreleg gestured. hant daun. ai dead it. kveshchn?

if they actually bang after this

omfGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

muskrat would have liked to pretend she did not need to learn.

the other's education was taken with sardonic flickers which soon abated, and soon she was following the hunter in studious quiet, the ravenings of her body quieted — for now.

she, up. hunter, down. a chase a kill. "i hear," muskrat grinned.

she was gone in a flicker of citrus; the shadowing ate her into splotches.

the animal started, bleated; they stomped.

she burst from the foliage with a guttural roar, and their target streamed down toward the long-runner with muskrat in pursuit.

forgiveness love, imma try to spree :flex:

nod.

--

the коза startled.

panicked but learned leaps down the cliff, onto even ground.

where the race was hers to win.

pulled taunt and let loose - she was fletching and precision.

--

the kill, harder than the catch. medalina struggled, using full weight of her body, but the animal resisted.

brows furrowed, the huntress nipped to find purchase somewhere under the white coat.

clattering pebbles; shale; earth, streaming between clenched toes and the digging claws.

she was dragged, teeth bleeding the creature; as the huntress bit for yielding flesh, muskrat worried the haunches, refusing to let a single backstep end their hunt.

adrenaline spiking in the pinked cocktail of desire; muskrat enjoyed the sensation.