Haunted Wood no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

when the leader arrived, her focus remained on him. sithis was unpredictable, unknowable, and so she supposed, was Vengeance. and then Valour collided with her side, and she hit the ground, lurching forward as she fought to regain her feet. already, the distinct tang of blood was tangible; his impact had reopened the healing scabs. her side burned as she attempted to latch her fangs in his face, though only empty air came between her snapping jaws. aware that she was not starting this fight on a good note, she instead attempted to put some space between them, circling low, tail ramrod straight behind her.