Shadewood i. silver thracian thaw (m)

There were more nuances to the dance they performed than what might have been seen between hunter and hunted. Neither were spurred forward by fear, so she was able to carve elegant turns in the snow without having to zig-zag in such a way as to make him flounder. He flew toward her, following her path but sometimes stepping out of line just to gain a bit of ground, bounding through the snow with the ease of a stone skipping across the surface of a quiet lake even though both of them felt the rake of cold air as they drew each breath. And as she used a small decline in the landscape to slide her hindquarters forward in preparation of her next bound, she found herself facing the male, who had smartly anticipated her movements, and reached out to nip at her. 

Niamh didn't generally speak in such gentle gestures, though- nor was she skilled in the art of being subtle. In truth, this was her first earnest attempt at seducting someone she intended to pursue to the very end of the endeavour, and her lack of patience perhaps might ruin the moment. But once caught, she immediately could not resist the urge to cast their silly game of tag aside, and reached out to throw onw foreleg about his neck, mouthing harmlessly at his ears, before she slid away and pressed her shoulder into his, and lifted her head beneath his chin, rubbing against him as a tom cat might wind its way through a beloved owner's feet.