Setting
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Wing wanted to taste blood, and soon, and how. And if she would not, than her love could, and would. Always sensitive to him, she felt him grip her so, knowing that given how she moved that was, for him, the best way. Wing would have a fight out of this beast one way or another.
She planned on it. Planned the entire hunt on it.
She dove low, her chin and chest skidding over the rough ground, spraying leaves and loam and small rocks around herself. She turned as she did, swerving in the opposite direction she had been going initially. Her head twisted around and angled her massive jaws up to try and grab Wing's neck in her teeth. She focused all of her new found hatred into her actions, channeling it into a coldly efficient and passionate management of her motions.
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