Silver Moraine toshin

sivaak looks at her, like a predator. but it is hard to not read the woman as such. herculean, matted by scars, her snout stained putrid with the gore of her last kill.

when she speaks the tongue of sivaak's people, she stills in a violent way. guard hairs raising—this woman thought her a fool.

she was long legged, lithe, boasting a valley hunters build. but sivaak does not get angry at pretty woman—she laughs, in her face.

and says: you do not look muradoii. you have soft stomach. legs of doe. and sivaak boldly comes forward, shoving nose against the pale woman's scruff. her flank. nosing at her hocks. what muradoii teach you blood tongue?