Barrow Fields lotus eater

Rosalyn goes down with ease, holding her in place as best she can. Resistance is met when she tries to stand, but she growls in warning and tightens her grip. Her side heaves with her own energy spiraling out, panting through her bite and drool pooling against auburn fur.

The next move will easily lead to the woman’s death, a quick shove and new placement of her teeth. She’s close enough now to know where to connect. But that is not what she wants. A rumble vibrates her chest and she feels the tremble of her legs, ready to spring forward and out to safety. Her eyes flicker back, looking at Blixen over the kill, before she gives one finally blow, shoving her into the ground to match with the spring of the other’s joints to propel her forward. Her teeth tear through skin but does not play chase if she gets out from beneath her lumbering form.