Duck Lake so i looked into your eyes

even from her vantage she can tell, this one’s time would likely be limited. astara’s tongue paused along her dark gums as she considered when that hour might draw near.

she could stay here, wait for death to run this boy’s body cold — she could help speed it along, too. or she could bring this boy to merrick — and see just how her little butcher favored his newest toy.

deciding then, astara reacted to orochi’s weakened hiss with a smile — bare and toothy and lacking in warmth. she lowered her head and made to circle around him; he would tire or pass out from bloodloss eventually, and then, she would drag him to bearclaw for merrick’s review.