Black Morass mujhe chod ke, mujhe chod ke

he hadn't expected her. half-lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize she was upon him until the pale behemoth was at his throat, snapping, clenching—

arrey! aditya cried, lifting his chin, trying to protect the jugular from. . .

the woman? yes, feminine she was, white of pelt, her eyes glowing gold in the dark light. he narrowed his eyes at her in turn, bristling, staggering back, his pelt expanding, bristling upon his spine and puffed out upon his ribs.

kya karey?! he exclaimed, and bared his teeth. his nostrils picked up the fetid scent of swamp, and he resisted flinching, knowing that he must stare this woman down. what do you want?