Whitebark Stream the black sea

game recognizes game.

she snarls. now, her lips curl fully backwards. her teeth, stained by the blood of countless bodies. of those sacrificed. of those given to the sea. of prey slaughtered and offered in thanks to her sea god. but those teeth are not meant for this man.

sivaak likes this man. she is muradoii, blood of the sea, blood of her people. strong, resolute, unyielding, dauntless—and yet, though she reveres only muradoii, she sees these things in black scar before her. and so, with much hesitation, her lips fold back over stained teeth and she offers the man the faintest tilt of her crown.

she concedes. but not before a final quip. if you were sharadoii, your guts would already be on the ground. i would not waste words on weak valley dogs. but lanzadoii? lanzadoii have use. you do not hide behind walls. you bleed, and you fight. i respect that.

i will stay. i will hunt. and you will know no better hunter, no better killer of your enemies. but i will not hunt with your calves. i will hunt with you, black scar.