The Heartwood thunderstruck

the girl cowed.

she buckled quickly with the threat of zharille's teeth, and flashed her belly. this stoked the fire of ego within the woman, but she pushed it further: so there could be no mistake.

zharille loomed over sovereign with a grimace in place. she moved as if reaching for some tender exposed part of the girl as a reinforcement of her power.

i could end you here, but i grant you mercy. it could very well be an action she would regret, if this girl took ensio away. zharille relented after that, snorting, tasting the scents upon the girl a moment longer, pulling away from her so they could stand.

a reminder was given to ensio as zharille stalked by him next: a pinch of teeth at his cheek, the drag of her earthen shoulder across him roughly; mine.

but they did not come to blows, and the woman saw no reason to linger. she had appetites to feed.