Bitterroot Valley A Mix of Lives comes with Curses and Blessings

Excuse this, it has been one hellacious day but I wanted to get a reply in for you. :3

There’s a flash of blood in her mouth as her tongue curls behind her teeth as they flash their warning. He writhes around on the ground a little before sputtering out words Thuringwethil barely hears. Her ears rear back on her head and she eases one paw into the air, inching her way forward while he scrambles to his feet. In the few seconds she allows him to compose himself, he manages only further weakens whatever defenses he has left.

She keeps herself locked back, resisting the urge to take the moment and lunge upward his throat. Thuringwethil eases into another step. “You broke the agreement,” she hisses, slinking forward as if her second coat were made of scales. Where or not she’s lost the chance for his tender, exposed areas, Thuringwethil launches forward with teeth ready. Her shoulder stiffens and she hardens the dip her shoulder makes to clash into his chest.