content warning: sexual themes, violent thoughts, very vague allusions to bartering sex
A hare's scream got Bird's attention first, her movements jolting in that direction almost before she even processed what the noise was. A rabbit in pain was a meal for her in the waiting, but-Shit.
Someone else had been the cause of it. Bird came to a sharp halt, posture gathered neatly beneath herself like a deer ready to spring into flight, gaze intent as she picked out the shape of the silvery wolf and his catch.
She could feel saliva start to flood her mouth at the scent, shifting wind directions swirling hare-scent and heat-scent and wolf-scent across her nose. Bird was hungry, and that guy had food. She held perfectly still for a moment, weighing her options. She was in heat-and he was a man with no other scents on his coat-presumably interested. She had three choices before her and none of them were the ideal scenario, but neither was the hormonal, hungry fog clouding her judgement to no small degree.
Bird wasn't sure he'd fight her for the rabbit-He might just run and she wasn't sure she could catch the slighter wolf in a flat-out gallop. Though she considered it, heavily, eventually, her head slowly started to lower, her ears wilted back just a hair. Her tucked tail wiggled against where it curled against the back of her thigh, and she took a tentative step closer. Whether she was interested in him or the hare did not especially matter, so long as she could get something from the encounter that served Bird's many needs.
A hare's scream got Bird's attention first, her movements jolting in that direction almost before she even processed what the noise was. A rabbit in pain was a meal for her in the waiting, but-Shit.
Someone else had been the cause of it. Bird came to a sharp halt, posture gathered neatly beneath herself like a deer ready to spring into flight, gaze intent as she picked out the shape of the silvery wolf and his catch.
She could feel saliva start to flood her mouth at the scent, shifting wind directions swirling hare-scent and heat-scent and wolf-scent across her nose. Bird was hungry, and that guy had food. She held perfectly still for a moment, weighing her options. She was in heat-and he was a man with no other scents on his coat-presumably interested. She had three choices before her and none of them were the ideal scenario, but neither was the hormonal, hungry fog clouding her judgement to no small degree.
Bird wasn't sure he'd fight her for the rabbit-He might just run and she wasn't sure she could catch the slighter wolf in a flat-out gallop. Though she considered it, heavily, eventually, her head slowly started to lower, her ears wilted back just a hair. Her tucked tail wiggled against where it curled against the back of her thigh, and she took a tentative step closer. Whether she was interested in him or the hare did not especially matter, so long as she could get something from the encounter that served Bird's many needs.