White Wolf
I saw it
out of the corner of my eye.
Standing there.
Ready to pounce.
The scent of ichor
drawing saliva to her teeth
as she surveyed me.
A blink.
And she was gone.
A flash.
A moment
that carried me
to the next.
Hands.
In fur.
No.
Hair.
Mine.
Pull.
"Ouch.
Gentle hands..."
She laughs.
Pulls once more.
"Where did you go?"
I tell my chin
to find her eyes.
Watching
the way …
