sweat, ache, hands shake

Yarrabelle

oh, her sister’s mind is capable of some true deviousness. Yarra smirks, a twisted little thing that hikes up one corner of her mouth and exposes a line of teeth. “as you wish, sister,” she purrs, watching the sheep with trembling anticipation. “this ought to be fun.”

with a parting nod, she takes off for the right side, releasing a sudden throaty growl aimed to startle the sheep into motion. it’s stupid dewy eyes widen with fear, and a bleat of panic tears from its throat. it’s head swings from side to side, no doubt noting the two she-wolves rushing it from either side. shrieking in fear, it breaks into a run, darting left only to whirl on its heel after a near-brush with Auriga’s teeth. grinning openly, Yarra darts around its side and snaps her jaw, missing it’s woolly flank by a mere inch. squealing, the sheep turns a frantic circle, it’s fear so potent Yarra can taste it on the wind. she opens her mouth and lets it bathe her tongue, relishing it’s terror as though it were a wonderfully delicious morsel.

"Speech"

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