Omnomnom.
Vesper laughed as her friend pranced upon her pedestal, her body surging up to meet the secui-formed autumn one. Pride came before a fall, and while that had been her own folly moments ago—and the story of her life—she would be the one to topple the Queen of the Mountain from her stone throne. Teeth latched onto her ear, and the whine that shot through X’yrin was so unlike the disciplined Exultare woman that the hybrid almost released her ear to cackle heartily. Instead, she growled, not letting the heavy paw that batted at her face deter her. Not even her mate would save her now—or so Ves thought.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the behemoth rise without urgency, slinking toward them like a silvered bear. The coywolf tried to crane her head, twisting her friend’s ear accidentally as she did so, to see her mentor’s mate jump for her at last. Great jaws snatched her tawny tail, and an indignant shriek left her; she immediately relinquished X’yrin’s ear. Immediately, she whirled around, coyote fangs bared and ears flattened, to jump at the male’s face. Her theatrically snarling mouth sought to grab his muzzle unless he could release her quick enough.
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