Her voice is a fearless proclamation of protection
She lives what's within her out loud
She lives what's within her out loud
They are beasts upon the ice now, formidable figures of gold and obsidian as claws dig into ice and snow, hauling bodies along at the highest speeds they can reach. Were he a true wolf instead of a hellhound, she would undoubtedly outpace him in terms of speed, but he is far larger and longer of limb than the wolves of the area - and as such is right on her heels.
She feels him breathing close, ears pinned back to better hear him, but when he hits out at her she lets it happen. Falling onto her side, she greets him with all four paws - and their accompanying claws, though half-sheathed - like a cat thrown onto its back, ready to try and intercept his body in a flurry of connection while her more limber form can be of use. Forelegs reaching for his shoulders, and back legs hoping to get further under, to his belly and hips.
She feels him breathing close, ears pinned back to better hear him, but when he hits out at her she lets it happen. Falling onto her side, she greets him with all four paws - and their accompanying claws, though half-sheathed - like a cat thrown onto its back, ready to try and intercept his body in a flurry of connection while her more limber form can be of use. Forelegs reaching for his shoulders, and back legs hoping to get further under, to his belly and hips.
