Ocean's Breath Plateau all these talking heads are blurred in violet hues

Tullik crawled deeper into the den, observing the boy as she did. He was a small thing, cute the same way hers were. She mustered a smile for the woman, trying to make herself smaller.

Then, the man.

Tullik whirled, her hackles raised and a snarl blossoming from her throat. 

Unless you have suddenly grown teats, you are no medicine woman. Leave. She is cool, she is calm, even as the woman behind her affirms her words. Her stare is as cold as the peaks she once claimed as home.

She holds Chakliux’s name on her tongue, but finds she does not need it. If he steps to strike her, she will simply strike him back. Harder. Where it would hurt.

Her fur standing on end, rage cold in her stomach, her eyes never leaving the face of the man, Tullik holds her ground, and holds the line.