Silver Moraine [m] quell the beast

sivaak feels the nip at her flank before she sees him, and instead of rage, something sharp and wild ignites within her. the growl builds low in her throat, a rolling snarl that reverberates through the cold air. she whirls, her crimson gaze locking onto the massive form of the brute, his boldness sparking a dangerous glint in her eyes.

her jaws snap at the fluff of his face, her teeth coming close enough to tease but not to harm. the sound she makes is somewhere between a snarl and a growl, loud and guttural, echoing in the stillness of the moraine. it is not anger—it is a challenge, an invitation wrapped in the guise of violence.

and then, just as quickly, she spins away, her tail lashing behind her like a whip, swaying tauntingly. her steps are confident, her powerful frame moving with purpose as she begins to trot off.