Ouroboros Spine Adrift, Asunder.

Within a few seconds Amalia was going off about something that had been put to rest, at least according to Tulukiri, ages ago. The words spilled forth and served as a wrecking-ball through whatever peace Tulukiri had found for herself.

What are you talking about? She drawled in a rhetorical sense; before she could even get all the words out, Amalia was ranting about borders and crossings and Kigipigak, teeth, claws — Would you stop, what the hell.

I don't have a problem! You do! Her fur bristled across her shoulders, and she was on all-fours again, smelling the hot urine in the air. I'm doing my job here, and I have no idea why you're bringing up the past like this. Get over yourself!

She punched the ground once, then twice, as she took some wide steps away from where Amalia stood. As much as Tulukiri hated turning her back on the raging woman she knew she had to put some distance between them, as if the craziness that Amalia exuded were somehow airbourne.