Silver Moraine toshin

sivaak huffs, a short, sharp sound. amusement, maybe.

muradoii women do not bore. they rule. they shape. they make strong hunters. her lips curl faintly, but there is no warmth.

her tail flicks coldly against suliya's flank.

but they did not make me. the sea did. the hunt did. muradoii wanted me with women, speaking to waves, reading bones. i chose teeth. chose war.