Arrow Lake mourntart

their reception was tense and laden with testosterone; leaving stigmata deathly still as he anticipated the yearling's coming need to establish his own limitations. the black dog - virile and unbridled - seemed eager to know what he could get away with, what he was entitled to, and he had chosen an iron-fisted lecturer to bother with his query.

godsilver eyes speared to cunning coins of fool's gold, and between the lift of the young bull's chin and the projection of teeth roaring for his neck, there went only a single chest-thundering beat. he sent an undoctored message to the shadowbrute, with hardly a warning flash before the hammerstrike, and then, having left a stinging bruise upon the competitor's throat, he coiled back in true basilisk form and prepared to lash out again.