Swiftcurrent Creek earth kills

he moves with a grace that does not befit his size.

as big as he is, she thinks he should lumber.

it draws her dull golden gaze harder while he is focused on marking. she veers a little bit ahead, twisting her body 'round a tree, the rough bark tugging loose hairs free.

she doesn't lift her leg to urine mark, as in her time with sangeda such action would've been met with reprimanding teeth.

who taught you to move so gracefully for one of your size? the commander inquires in an idle nature to let arric know she wasn't pressing and he didn't have to answer.