Northstar Vale Kóri

The girl was a warrior.

It did not matter how he waved his tail, Zulema was swift to chase and fight. Arsenio wiggled back and forth so that he might watch her, mesmerized at the quickness she had learned. His daughter was determined to win this battle. The man realized that he would have likely lopped off his tail, if it meant that he might give her the first taste of victory.

Instead, he mimicked the actions of a real hunt. The man’s tail did not keep its rambunctious movements. It slowed after her teeth had scored it. One more bite and she would have killed her prey.