Qeya River i've been searching for the daughter of the devil

It does not take the cougar long to notice he’d been spotted, flashing his large teeth and moving down the slope. The chance of her winning, or coming out with most of her hide, were minimal. She’d been trained from a young age and the feline had at least fifty pounds on her, strength she could not match. A small chance and she’d get away; a quick howl for her wolves might even scare him off, but he moves with a grace she’s only seen in his species she cannot compete with.

His words are harsh and she feels a shiver ripple beneath her skin, doing what she can to keep everything inside and what fear she feels tucked away.

“Osir na dig em au,” she tells him with a flash of her own teeth. “What do you want?”