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

when she's clear, she pauses only a moment; clearing her mind. cassiopeia had said never to let anger guide your attacks, on that point she'd been adamant. logic, and intelligence, that was the way to win a fight—Vaati had echoed that point, too. something shifts, and when she next moves, it is with surity and swiftness. she feigns a strike to his throat; should he lower his head instinctively to defend, she'll whip up her own muzzle and tear at the broken ear, seeking to provide as much damage as possible to the mangled, sensitive flesh there.