Broken Antler Fen there's no place like home

She did not move away. The alone was all he needed but she confirmed with a nod that she understood and would allow him to do what he had to.

Skwol's lower jaw pressed into her neck as he worked it under the rope. He felt the coarse fibres scrape at his tongue and the edge of his lips as he worked it back to his carnassials — to the teeth designed for rending flesh. This to them was no more than a tough and tasteless bit of sinew. The click of teeth and crunch of jaw surrounded them both as he harried the rope, until at last it was cleaved in two and dropped free of her neck and piled at her feet.

He stepped back then, daring not to linger in such an intimate space when he had been invited only for this task. His head lowered so that he could leer at the rope more closely, before he aimed a derisive snort at it and settled back into a loose stance.

"How's that feel?"