Lake Rodney fine young cannibals

it was only after she'd charged ahead somewhat that juria found the stranger. they shouted at her and she, bristling now and filled with animosity, wasn't about to back down. not until the stranger's voice rang out a second time - stumbling over words as if she were drunk. the wanderer narrowed her eyes at the dark figure as she rounded upon her position, and realized it was... just a kid.

if they're all young like you, i think i'll be okay, she stated as flatly as she could, but there was an edge to her words that couldn't be denied. besides, who would want to claim the lake as their property? it was big, wet, poorly marked, and just... y'know... a lake. juria's tail tossed behind her, slashing her hocks and dragging across the stones along the lakeside; she had sized-up her competition already and with a loud scoff, commented: you're so small - what kinda warrior are you? the kind that calls for backup?

yeah.. she was goading the kid on. juria didn't like being startled or spooked, especially at night, and especially in foreign territory. most of all she hated being wet - so her mood was fouled to start with, and there was no way such a competitive girl was going to back down from some upstart kid.