Savage bearing, resting against the base of a giant tree,
contemplating the hunt and the taste of passion,
as her naked shoulders turn her shaggy head,
flaxen hair tousled and moved by wanting,
while her sister, dark and silent listens to the air,
and stares from black, predatory orbs
toward the sounds and scents.
Sisters of Earth and Lycanthropic Hunger
Jason G. Thompson 
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