The Heartwood Fear's got a hold on me

Tuwawi's teeth clicked together, unsated, when the two-toned half breed skittered away. Another opportunity thwarted. The red queen's tongue lashed out, swiping her jowls hungrily as Caiaphas spat one last remark before turning towards the sea. A rumbling snarl was the Sveijarn's only parting response, left alone to stew amidst the rising dawn. Her stomach churned, voracious appetite demanding to be fed, but her mind was focused on the distant coastline. After a few moments she, too, started for the ocean -- following Caiaphas' trail.