Qeya River thorn blood

Ash snarled. I have been leader and am trusted in place.

She snapped and pushed forward. Her anger paramount. She tasted his blood and she splashed it scross herself as she fought. Tiny but mighty. She had been raised among queens.  He may rip her apart. Many of his fang bites drove tree. She bore wounds upon her torso, her face. Her one leg was bleeding freely. But she fought anyway even if she was not the best.