Felltree Marsh red duck

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She flinched at his teeth, certain that he was to take another bite out of her, but none came. Instead her gaze came to rest on the gaping hole where an eye once had been, bewilderment morphing into solemn and hardened defiance. 

This man - of course it was a man! - wanted something from her. Her identity, for reason's unknown to her yet. Yuralria tensed like a coiled spring, willing down the urge to flee as she stared pointedly at his one, mean eye through the cage of his fangs. 

"Tell me what the fuck you want first," she cursed through gritted teeth. If her killsisters had taught her anything, it was that fear had no place in a hunt, even if she was now the prey. No mistakes.