Hideaway Strath she knows when she cries for peace, she means someone else's blood

The other decides to get into the water, though she keeps her distance. Mallaidh’s ears fall back against her head but the girl introduces herself and returns the question, leaving the Fearghal a little uncertain. “Mallaidh,” she says carefully, licking the water from her lips that begins to drip from her fur. She then braces her feet and shakes out her fur, sending the thickening mane this way and that and realizing she feels a little bit better now that she’s drenched the scents away from her coat.