Her direct gaze was unnerving. I saw intelligence, wile, and hunger there.
She turned her head, pointing her chin west, the sun no more
than a memory in the star strewn sky, then leveled her gaze once again on me.
My body was immobile though my heart raced, running
rabbit-scared within the cage of my ribs. The hair on the back of my neck rose
along with ripples of gooseflesh across my arms.
In slow motion I swiveled my head east. She mirrored me.
Together, we watched the full moon rise. We tipped back our heads and howled, teeth
gleaming in the nocturnal light.
