Blackfoot Forest battle

you’ll have your chance, he'd said, but cornered beasts still have teeth.

she sees his words for what they were, a cautionary tale she'd known well. her anger often got ahead of her in matters of the heart, blinded by an urge to defend. she shakes the warning from her mind, dismisses it with a half-truth; "that is what you are for," to keep her safe, as she kept morwenna safe.

she lopes at his side, even paced as her mind spun. stark's would be hers to claim—she alone would sever the snake's head. if he managed to coil around her throat and got the opportunity to squeeze, blackfell would stop it before her breath left her. her hound was protective, she knew it.