Felltree Marsh A coat of red

Sivaak’s crimson eyes glinted with a savage humor as she answered, her voice carrying a sharp edge. “Men? We took balls,” she growled, the words dripping with crude satisfaction. Her lips curled in a sneer, revealing bloodstained teeth. “Sharadoii men no use alive. No use dead. But their fear?” She huffed, a bitter, guttural sound. “Their fear feeds Muradoii.”

She slowed for a moment, her gaze turning to Sobeille. “We make sure they never make more Sharadoii. Leave them to bleed. Their screams weaker than women. Sea don’t want them.”

Her tail lashed once before she pressed forward, the faintest flicker of amusement still lingering on her scarred muzzle. “Sea likes women better. Women special. Men just good for noise and trophies.”