Tuktu Weir Sustenance

Vex's point was made. She released the male, spitting his own blood back at him so it would spatter against his pelt. "Drag him to the edge of the weir, and see to it that he leaves." Her eyes, burning with anger and victory, sought the trespasser's. "Show your face around here again, and I'll have your hide skinned for my den. And be glad you're leaving with your limbs and senses intact." The Queen would then look to her Queensguard, giving him a nod. Blood tripped from her muzzle and chest, but none of it was her own.