Cedar Sweep Black swan

Tainted he said! Shame! on her? She could've wheeled around right there and snagged him on needle-sharp teeth, but she didn't, lucky bastard, she was not a beast known for her restraint, and such a thing seemed to be discouraged by her life in the morass. To maim was a sport, something shameless.

Unbecoming? I could show you unbecoming- She stops where she is before making a sharp rebound, quick-footed, she lets her jaws snap air between them, her breath a brief wind against his ear. But I won't, cause I've got things to carry. She huffed, turning back now and spotting another plot prime for looting. Speakin' of, you carry these when I get em' out. scrawny forelimbs dug at the roots of a dead plant, scraping against the hard, frozen earth.