Otatso Wetlands Overtime

There was a flush of anger- especially on how dirtied she became. Célnes always held herself with grace, as so the Deorwine should be, as she was raised to be. The thought of who she presented herself let a rage flow, a hidden anger that she immedietly snapped toward the prey, and with the help of Taikon, she purposely, made it struggle.

Perhaps it simply looked like a rough tussle, and finally, she let of it's leg, and bit hard on it's neck. An easy death, and delicious meal. Though at the cost, of what she thought, was her dignity.

"I'm going to wash off." She said with a rush, wanting no more to look like a mud monster.