She slips my bed.
Her loins – just pressed against my flank in promise- are now girded for battle.
i watch as she gathers her things.
Soon, she will gather her people.
As she enters the crisp winter air, her mane escapes her coat collar and she is…
She is majestic.
She is warrior bitch.

Photo by wawbat
Model: the warrior bitch herself (cameo by Fred)