Greatwater Lake maun

he fingers thumb the thread, she's out of practice.
she swallows as the air meets her dry throat, the smell of a person not of her lands permeates her tongue. she tries to spit the feeling of it quickly, before her opponent retaliates, noticeable clefts with meaty pauses inbetween, following where kaxwaan's teeth had inoculated his own blood and spit.
she let out a pitchy yell.
she bucked herself to the left to wrestle him down, better yet suffocate him, hoping the frenzy wouldn't devolve into a unanticipated roll she ended up at the bottom of.