Duck Lake The Warrior & The Princess

Zhavvi turned to where the male just walked to the pond to drink without even admiring her or even greeting her. He just claimed the water she wanted to bathe in. A soft growl came from her throat. She already had been in a bad mood but now this male was fouling it even more. She was a beauty and she needed attention. Yet, even if this male had given her attention she would be mad that he wouldn't leave her alone. Zhavvi couldn't have it both ways couldn't she? It was just her sour mood that was just making he raised at everyone around her. One of those days.

She crouched down low, not feeling the need to talk to him because she couldn't even talk his tongue anyways. No, wrong. He couldn't talk her tongue. She made no sound as she run-crouched closer to him. Then she just jumped toward him with a growl and bit him in his butt, hard. It was more his upper back leg that would feel her teeth. She then hopped back with her hackles raised, her tail up and snarling at the male. She would show how vicious Dorthran were.