Bearclaw Valley spirits of the dead

like a seed sprouted into green from the earth, the boy rises, and Avicus with him. beneath the outrage, she feels a flutter in her stomach—it's akin to lust, though she knows not that; it is sheer exhilaration that he is finally fighting back.

no more cowering. no more half-measures, sitting in his own piss.

he will be a worthy Ursus wolf. she will make him worthy.

she slowly slides, the last grasp her teeth still on his nape. then she releases altogether, and rolls into the dirt. before he even has a chance to process his rebellion, she strikes, snakelike, upward toward his belly. 

crush me! she commands silently. his weight can suffocate her, would he use it so.