mjengels

She drew in her breath then exhaled slowly.  Her finely tuned senses expanded out beyond her crouching body, beyond where her opponent stood, beyond the alleyway where they faced one another.  Each of her five senses complimented the other, affording her everything she needed to properly assess her situation and cipher the ideal trajectory with which to strike.  With her ears cocked forward, she could clearly make out her opponent's fluttering heartbeat.  Her muzzle twitched as the stink of his fear filled her nostrils.  She licked her lips as she tasted her own saliva, flowing eagerly in anticipation of her imminent victory.  Her hand tingle