Seaside Moors with cankered peace to part your cankered hate

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He was closer now, and through her scent he could determine she was female. Though even that was barely recognisable through her figure alone due to malnourishment. He could have almost sworn he knew that mask that adorned her wide, dark eyes; it stirred a deep sense of familiarity within him, but the boy pushed away the eerie sensation. He opened his mouth to taunt her again, growing frustrated with the lack of a reaction other than peeing herself, but suddenly the stranger charged forward with a series of savage barks.

Redshank almost tripped as he stumbled backwards in surprise, but quickly reasserted himself with his own defensive snarl. She didn’t look to be slowing down, so he aimed to take her on headfirst and charged with a similarly aggressive posture. The two would’ve collided spectacularly if it were not for the girl suddenly skidding to a halt, which caused Redshank to do the same. They locked eyes, all bared teeth and bristling hackles, before the boy took a chance at snapping at her foreleg. He dove forward, but the girl was quick. She leapt away, before twisting and grabbing his scruff in her teeth.

The battle was short-lived but intense, ending as soon as it had started as exhaustion and hunger was quick to temper their rage both. Golden eyes flared as the feral girl’s figure disappeared into the darkness after a scuffle neither had won, and the boy headed back to the forest to collapse into a bleeding heap, resigning to go hungry for yet another night.