Silver Moraine [m] quell the beast

intended for @Dhizok

sivaak stalks the silver moraine with purpose.

her mind focused on the gnawing heat that burns within her. it isn’t hunger—or, not the kind that food could sate. the scent she carries is unmistakable, thick and heady as it wafts through the barren expanse, carried on the cold winds like a challenge. she knows it will draw attention, and she wants it to. she moves, and she moves loudly, making sure that each step crunches heavier than the last over pebble and sleet.

a cruel twist of her lips.

this man would need to be strong—stronger than any weakling who had crossed her path before. she is muradoii, bloodchief, huntress of the black sea. he will need to prove himself, spill his blood—spill her blood— to show that he is worthy to mount sivaak.