Hoshor Plains You hit me once, I hit you back.

not just one home.

this time when zharille came to the outer limits of her land, she found the pale woman from a day or so ago—and she was not alone.

with a warning bellowed from among the trees, the ogre made herself known; she did not care who these people were, only that they came too close and that the pale woman had already tested zharille's patience.

she did not recognize the yearling, nor care to take the time.

her silhouette emerged within moments as she charged forward, reaching for the boy since he was closer, to prove a point.