Big Salmon Lake THIS IS A ROBBERY

the woman approaches, and quickly. she's on a warpath towards him. the bard is many things, but cocksure isn't one of them. if it were any other woman he wouldve crumpled to the floor and groveled at her feet and beg forgiveness, for it was just the air of springtime that made him daee to disrespect such a fine specimen of a woman. but he knows this woman, and she just bit his tail.

he winces, but finds delight in how she wretches from her own attack. so ya wanna roughhouse? he spits. vindicated he drops the salmon and pounces, the bard's canines set to plunge into her flesh instead.