Dragoncrest Cliffs i make boys cry

whatever momentary advance she had on her nomi - youth, health, whatever - is quickly overrun by her inexperience. she goes down under nomi's charge with a sharp exhalation of breath, her small frame easily pinned by the larger woman's - but she does not give up so easily, a writhing, squirming ball of adolescent muscle and fur, attempting to kick and bite whatever she can reach to try and break free.