Mount Everfall do not go gentle into that good night

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There was an unwarranted warning snarl that was emitted from the dark female. Thyri cast an electric glance toward her and felt the storm stir in her gut once more. She cracked with the power of the rolling clouds and drew her tongue across her blood-stained muzzle. For a moment, her respect for the powerful woman had fallen. She had not demonstrated some great act of strength to land this prey animal; it had fallen due to its own folly. The land was not marked with this woman's scent, and so Thyri was not moving in on claimed terrain. To claim the kill as her own was not right – not by any means – so she did not understand.  
 
Drawing her gaze away from the kill, she turned to leave. Respect was earned, not freely given, and the dark woman had done nothing but stand on the mountainside while the goat had tumbled to the cold grip of death. Perhaps Thyri had been wrong to think this brute a powerful creature.  

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