Their fight had been a good one. Jaws feels alive, and nothing beats that. Her heart pounds in her chest, and she feels ever so wonderful about it. It had been a while since Jaws had fought, and her inexperience had shown. That was okay. Things like this were about learning. Things like this were about growing.
The shiver hits Jaws too, maybe more so with her slighter size. She’s not a fan of the cold, the seemingly endless winter having taken over. Her slight smile stretches into something a bit brighter, a bit more wild. “Next time around we ought to take the gloves off,” Jaws is pleased with it. She’d be happy to fight over and over again. Anything to remind her that she was alive and well. Anything that would help her be more, help her be better. The evolution of a woman, right?
He was taller, able to look over Jaws and to the horizon. Jaws is not accustomed to feeling small, but there’s a kind of safety to it. He invites her to remain with him, and she nods. “Sounds good to me,” the mare looks to his face, taking a step forward into the fresh powder. The mare weaves around him once, steps high, laughing to herself as she darts about. Jaws will play with the idea of a chase, and as long as she moved quickly, she’d stay warm. It was a good day.
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