Cam edged nearer to him, arching her back. The males liked her for her mottled colouring.
Don’t choose her; she’ll break your heart.
She flirted with all the males and slept with those who took her fleeting interest, but no relationship lasted long term with her.
Rorbin slinked, by without taking notice. He seemed to angle closer to Frost. In all but one respect, any male would have thought of her as physically perfect. She had overall white fur, but had a black patch over her left eye. As Rorbin drew near her, she turned the right side of her face toward him.
Teyata hated it whenever Frost did that. She always spoke gently and considered others above herself. In fact, only she had ever spoken to Teyata with kindness. A male should take the time to see the beauty within her. If they didn’t; then it was their loss. Teyata often heard the males speak of Frost’s flaw. It never stopped them sleeping with her though.
Rorbin passed her too; his eyes fixed ahead.
One female lay on her side with swishing tail, Caxaber. She flexed her forearm and licked, not looking at her suitor. She enjoyed dramatic flair. Although an irregular pattern of black and white she had a body to rival Frost’s. The males found her musk pleasing. Her every movement exuded grace, born of confidence. Rorbin would choose her, and he would regret that, as all males did. Caxaber liked to have the males sing their mewing songs of devotion, only for her to spurn their affections.
Rorbin bounded over Caxaber. Her tail immediately ceased to swish as she shot Rorbin’s back a look of annoyance. No one had ever done that before.
Teyata with head still lowered, peered through her brows. Rorbin slinked closer; his eyes fixed on…
The other females took a step closer, hissing at Teyata. Flattening his ears, Rorbin turned on them with a roar. Female manines in his immediate path bounded clear, either side of him. He looked about the clowder in challenge. Satisfied that he had cowed them sufficiently, he turned his attention back to Teyata, delicately raising her chin with a finger and staring deeply into her eyes.
“Are you a good hunter?” he asked.
Teyata gaped. In manine society, a male only asked the question if he proposed a life long union.
“Yes,” she said, so happy that she almost wept.
At the time, it seemed like an unreal dream; not now. She started her life with Rorbin in perfect bliss, as she recalled the day they made their nest. They slashed down the thick grass stalks together with their claws, together!
No male ever helped his female make the nest. At night they’d make love and she’d huddle in the security of his powerful arms. Even when she slept, she had contented dreams of raising a litter of kittens with Rorbin.
He soon changed, becoming aggressive every time she disagreed with him. Not that he ever struck her, but Teyata feared his temper each time he clawed a tree. She’d seen bigger and stronger male manines, but none could match Rorbin’s aggression or natural speed. He easily subdued them all until none dared challenge him anymore. With a few lightning swift slashes, she had seen Rorbin take down enormous carnivorous beasts with ease. In short, she feared him, the same as anyone else.