Swiftcurrent Creek rasputin

muskrat did not give back the distance she had placed between them. "your mouth, your eyes. say 'little' mean weak.'" the hard lemon quartz of her own stare had not moved.

"i make raid. fill belly. wound warrior. i not need you to live." she lifted the hindpaw still hanging broken, its agony fierce along her hip but telegraphed no other place. "muskrat live many days before making raid," she said proudly. "i stay for qaqch'a. you say honor."

now. did he understand? or would she need only to leave at this time?