Swiftcurrent Creek an occupation popular with demons and ducks

awww yeeeeaahhhh that scene

Um. What?

It was hard to maintain the facade of one not to be messed with when the one wanting to do the messing with was producing such queer sounds and was not the least bit deterred by his display. Fleeting doubt swept across his face; her lack of acknowledgement that he was as fearsome as he thought he looked made him insecure. But he was just as hellbent as possessing the beguiling stone as her and her dragging her claws through the dirt was far from enough to convince him that he should simply hand it over.

Rhakios dropped the stone and stepped forward so that it was sheltered beneath his breast. His teeth were free. He renewed his threat, snarling louder, bristling more bristly, and uttering a sharp coyote-blooded bark in her direction.

Bring it.

You're the one going the wrong way.