Totoka River We'll be sailing,

She peeled away from him again, their frustrations timed together in violent snarls and gasps over failing grasps and flailing limbs. He huffed but did not pursue her, thinking that perhaps she had seen enough of his prowess to quit the scene… but such was not the case at all. His nostrils flared with anger as he regained his composure; he did not release the tension coiled in his body yet, nor devolve to something other than a defensive posture.

“No,” he rumbled lowly, perhaps the darkest statement yet. He barreled forward then, the word barely off his tongue as he dove towards her to grab at her shoulder. She would not get her parlay here unless it was to concede in full, and he had ascertained she was not the sort to heel so easily. She would have to be forced to submission, if not chased away, and the same went for him. But Solpallur would not strike for blood just for the sake of bleeding, there was purpose in his grasping.

It could have just been a simple exchange of information, but she had stoked the fire.

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