Serpent Lake Eye, tooth, claw, death

A sound and her ears stand straight up. Of all the rotten luck. She didn't think they'd come near Akashingo. And yet the scent that met her struck her in red hot rage. But she knew now was not the time to fight.

She dug as deeply as she could for all the will she could muster and stood on shaking limbs. Exhausted, Wounded. But she stood and curled her mouth in a snarl. One sea green eye fixed on Soto. The other empty and sundered. Herbs and fur still pressed to it.

Soto.