Hoshor Plains You hit me once, I hit you back.

the boy did not waver, though he was given little opportunity to do so given the rapidly approaching figure of the lake brute. lips peeled back to display glistening rows of savage fangs.

she was smaller than both who stood before her, but her teeth could cut just the same.

the woman lunged for the man, and nephele made no move to stop her. she would not defend him. he was not one of hers, and she would not bleed for a stranger.

instead she squared her shoulders and flared her figure until she could no more. she cared for her land and her people alone, and stood to defend it with boiling fury.

and with the outlander's focus fixed upon each other, the viper took the opportunity to call for her own heavy-hitters. a bellow for @Arktos, @Mojag, @Fjall, and @Masa, her message clear:

our land is threatened.