Emberwood The die is cast.

He always had to get the last bite in- and her turning away was no stop sign for him. Trailing her for a couple steps with a jaunty wag to his tail, Dovev saw the curve of her spine as an opportunity for several options. He had used a dogging, trailing-like behavior for many subordinates as a source of intimidation, keeping his eyes on them when they had no choice but to turn and face him. But the white male was interested in something else; he truly wanted to know if his guesses were correct.

What? Going to run off and hide? he coaxed, continuing to walk behind her. After a pause, he added his hypothesis.
The Roman ones?
Perhaps she would just continue to trot away if she gave an answer, leaving the white male wide open for a perfect strike. But there would be no use leaving bodies strewn about this empty plain- no, she had to go crawling back to her little warrior family and pray that her strange gods would help her heal.