Totoka River with lips made of glass

soft footfalls in the loamy earth. an effete chuff. praimfaya's frostbound gaze moves to take in the figure; first, quick glimpse bringing the name of illidan? to her tongue only to catch herself last second. the eyes were the wrong color, the figure also wrong. a soft swell catches in her injured throat, and her mouth feels stuffed with cottony disappointment. neither woman's fault, she is quick to disregard it before it can make its play across her injured face. hei, praimfaya greets the other woman in trigedasleng; drawing comfort from her favored tongue as if it were a security blanket. she is far from sagtannet, too hurt to even think about making the trip back, to the south lay the bloodied forest where her enemy dwells and she, presently, trusts her life to complete ( though unarguably helpful ) strangers.

there is a woman that dwells in the forest south of here, praimfaya gestures in the direction of ravensblood forest with her muzzle, careful not to pull too much at the healing wounds. she thinks that two are enough to claim it and when i did not recognize her word as claim and tried to pass through she attacked. though praimfaya takes much comfort from the fact that she is not the only one hurting

...and the next time their paths crossed praimfaya would not fight with honor. she would fight to kill.