Stavanger Bay Get you all alone

The blood that filled her maw tasted vile, poisoned and filthy. Not the usual satisfactory sweet taste at the end of a hunt, but a sickening bitter flavor. This didn’t deter her from the attack, she continued until she’d mangled flesh from bone. Norsamu appeared at her side, teasing him cruelly as Saucy punished his foolish actions. His screams began, and she felt a hint pity for him, he barely was resisting her attack and it seemed hardly fair. Especially when he took the truly unexpected route, and began to gnaw at his own leg.

He was crazed, either so in pain that he’d lost it or he had some sort of mental issue going on. Fear creeped into her that it was a disease, the venom in his blood that had gotten to his mind. She backed off of him with a look of disgust on her face, having done quite a bit of damage in her first attack. She couldn’t imagine he would try to assault them again, if he had any sense he would drag himself out of the Stormrift territory now. A low rumble grew in her throat again as her icy eyes burned into his limp figure.

This is your last chance you little shit. Get the fuck out of my home before I rip your eyes out with my teeth, she said, his blood oozing out from between her teeth. She stopped to spit it at the ground, alongside the fur and skin she’d torn off of him. Saucy was usually an easygoing and friendly wolf, but her sin was wrath. He’d invoked it, and he was lucky that she was even giving him the option to leave.