Witch's Marsh prettier and younger but not any better off

his confusion only grew as she spoke, and then blossomed into complete horror as she. . .cursed him?! strange and disjointed as her speech was, he understood it all. steal thy toes—

kya matlab hai?! surya burst out, voice straddling the line between fear and anger. his eyes blazed green fire and yet were as wide as they could be, darting between her and his paws. as if expecting them to disappear as he looked at them. what is your problem?!

he didn't do anything! one wolf couldn't claim a land; she seemed to hold a grudge against someone else and was now taking it out on him, and surya didn't like that one bit. look, i still have my toes, witch, he spat, splashing down into a swampy puddle and sending a spray of water her way with one forepaw.

which was probably a mistake.