Otatso Wetlands Flatworm

Morwenna. Sun eater. Strong names, beautiful names. Chieftain, hm? Recognition in the eyes of both was not lost on Worm, but not yet wholly identified, either. The chieftain avoided, and Worm caught this breadcrumb. So she was to be a buffer, in a sense. Eerie glass eyes stared like a hawk between the two, her tongue roved over her teeth behind her lips.

This one is called Worm. said the beast of shadow and lightless silk, quickening light feet to fall in alongside the two. She'd never tasted caribou, seen but never dared, not with herds like those ones. Confidence could quickly find itself stamped beneath the hooves of hundreds strong. 

One invited defense. Three incited panic. Already, the vermin girl anticipated the drip drip drip of blood from her chin. 

You like it, don't you? She asked, a quieted snicker rumbling in her throat, long thin tail sweeping the ground as they moved.