Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

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He danced with her. Delicious boy. He would take her to the cliffs, and she would have the chance to inhale his sea salt scent and feel the warm, fluttering fire in his heart. Valmúa moved to push her body along the side of his, when he asked if she was ready, but she hadn't quite closed the distance when she was startled abruptly.
Kigipigak launched out of nowhere and shoved Njord, glaring at her. She wore an apathetic expression once her surprise had dissipated. Silly, stupid boy.
The Tartok male bristled and snaked between them. As he passed by her, she growled at him and abruptly snapped at his side, aiming to pinch but not harm. She did not appreciate this kind of behaviour. It was Stjornuati who was punishing her. He had no right to tell her what she could and could not do.
Between her front paws, she protected her blue shell. The fire woman lifted her lips meaningfully at her previously favourite boytoy, spitting at him and licking her teeth. She needed no words to say what she needed to say. You don't fucking own me.