Seaside Moors Clouds like the smoke in the room

For youuuu

When the challenge finished with Winterbane victorious, Rosalyn felt a sensation similar to the one that flooded her the day they'd chased the siblings from the shore.  A hot ire rising up, bidding her to assert her own, to question this interloper that took his place for granted.  He'd challenged Aningan by his own right and won.

But that did not mean he'd earned the right to own her.

It was a basal feeling she'd tucked down, but as they departed, her fur was still on edge.  The tension outlined her lean frame and her blood pounded.  Restless.

She looked silently at @Erzulie, wishing to know her thoughts.  They'd spoken often of the stability of Rusalka, and a calm they wished not to upset.  Now that calm was roiled once more, and Rosalyn wondered for not the first time if it was a disease of men to bare teeth at any other male who sought to lead them.  It was nearly always a man who felt simple acceptance was not enough.