Totoka River We'll be sailing,

“Norðan,” he told her, eyes narrowing to the predatory circle she had begun. But Solpallur would not expose his back to her, already turning in a much smaller radius to keep her front and center of his line of sight. Just as before he did not expect her to understand, though perhaps if she were astute enough she might have construed an answer out of his mother tongue for North.

He breathed out harshly through his nose, the breath so warm that it plumed in front of him.

With a roar akin to a battlecry, he charged her, and the shout devolved into a snarl as he went reaching for her. It was a show of superiority, her last opportunity to bend to his will and request—if he would have grabbed her. He chose not to at that last possible moment—rather, he failed; she had finesse and stature on her side—teeth snapping at the air where she had just been in her circle and leaving him with naught else to do than follow up with a solid defense; his head tipped down to protect his throat, leaving the thick scruff his neck to bear any lashing she would bestow upon him.

And so it would begin.

did a die roll for success and rolled a 1 where evens are hit, odds are miss. if you’d prefer not to do rolls feel free to just run with what i wrote since i left it vague-ish idk