Lost Creek Hollow venus, planet of love

Nunataq emerged from the water, coughing, sneezing, snorting and spitting out the liquid that had got in her airways and caused irritation. Once she felt like a normal wolf being again, she climbed out, shook her coat, splattering water everywhere (and hoping that some of it hit the nasty lady). With this done, she returned to the ledge, where the fight for her freedom had taken place earlier, sat down and regarded Aerasha with a long, hard stare. There was no sign of friendliness, just pure, cold, finely distilled hatred, which simply told that the girl was a very sore loser and that this failure had hit her ego hard.

"WRUMPH!" she infused as much venom as possible in the bark, got to her feet and ran off, without so much as looking back. Calling people names gave her a little consolation about the whole ordeal that had gone entirely off rails just because the other person had refused to play by Nunataq's rules.

Thank you for the thread!