Jaws’s heart was pounding in her chest. She forgot how a fight could make her feel alive. Her ears flickered, taking a step back from the stallion. Her posture was comfortable as the spar ended, and a rough laugh rang through her throat. It was lovely. Jaws is pleased with this. She’s also grateful for the cold, ringing in her lungs.
Sweat beaded on her coat, soaking through it. The smoky creature looks even darker this way, fading to a more true black. “That was fucken great,” her eyes flickered to the man’s face. He’s big, dense, broad. Larger than Jaws. She’s smaller, lighter, but it wasn’t much of a shock he’d won out. “Well fought,” there’s something rough about her, rough in her voice. Jaws has been on her own for too long.
A little awkward, but not too bad. Jaws smiles, but a moment later she tastes the blood in her mouth. Her ears flicker, turning to spit the blood on the freshly fallen snow. It’s a red spatter. Jaws is still smiling, living her best life.
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