Black Morass lacus

startled wasn't quite the word for what atilius felt as the sharp call rang out from behind him. it was more like frightened. he jumped as he felt the puff of breath on the back of his neck, water rocking around him in uneasy ripples, and he instinctively lunged forward in preparation to strike.

he stopped as soon as he saw her.

this... puny little creature, all skin and bones and wiry gray fur. the guilt came colliding down upon him and his face softened. a true roman never laid a hand upon a woman.

he sighed exasperatedly, a long, drawn out exhale. it's not your business. or anyone else's. can i help you with something?