Razorback Ridge ذروة قرمزي razor-teeth

Sayyadina took a few careful step back at Jawahir’s sudden movement. She saw the point of their fangs against the black of their lips, like a samurai unsheathing the bottom of their katana. The pied woman did not want a fight.

Her ears smoothed back and her company’s posture slackened when they saw no threat in her.

Sayyadina’s eyes fell away towards the battlefield. “I had a dream about such a lord. It is why I have traveled here,” she said, her voice quiet. “Who does He fight?” Sayyadina asked.