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His teeth closed on empty, pine-scented air. A frustrated huff whistled through the boy's teeth. The shadow writhed, then bolted into the shadowed forest once again.
Sverke darted after her, shaking off the leaf litter that stuck to his muzzle in her wake. She was easy to follow; he was sure his well-toned muscles would be able to catch the too-skinny scrap of a girl sooner or later. Adrenaline, the thrill of the chase, was electric in his blood. He felt as if he could do anything - run forever, traverse the sky, burn the earth to ash, swallow the sun!
A whump into the snow, up ahead, followed by a curse. He closed the distance with the graceful violence of a meteor coming to earth. This time, his teeth connected with spring-fresh, sweet-smelling fur.
Mine.
Sverke grabbed at her with his teeth once again to yank her closer, snapping at her a few more times just to make a point. He didn't make an effort to maim her, but neither did he worry if he'd bruise or puncture her skin. He lifted his chin, aware of how he loomed over her, illuminated from behind by the swell of the moon.
Caught you.The prince chimed, melodic and mirthful. His tail swayed over his hips, a smug glint in his gaze. Wasn't that fun? Shall they go again?
