Emberflame Ridge “Don’t nobody love country music- but them lyrics will hit home.”

she likes to think about the first time she's truly gained the upper hand over Vaati. beneath him, fangs on his throat. she did not bite down. she could have. 

cassiopeia watches the man as she presses all his bulk against the wind, moving with gaze slanted and steps heavy. she wonders if vaati was a fluke. she wants to know if she can do it again, wants a test. she thinks a moment before moving in a wide circle around the male, low and undiscernable amongst the shadows and rocks, until she found herself somewhere before him and made for his general direction, a chuff forcing it's way from her muzzle when he came back into sight. she moved the close the distance between them, windwhipped and faced with all the bitter cold beinf exposed on the ridge offered.