Blackhuntress ... 

circling in lithe smooth movement..
long black hair brushed by the wind..
arrow in hand, her aim so sure as marked by the sun..
looking her wolf through piercing eyes..
her target.. her prey.. 
ruled by feelings so carnal, old and ancient as time..
she took her stand..
determination etched in her  regal face..
so bent to capture and tame the beast!
she can no longer deny the lure of his scent..
she let go..
she trust the fate that awaits her
love.. .yes! 
she is ready to be tamed 
to accept her wolf.. her mate...