Silver Moraine toshin

sivaak seems to run cold, more cold than she had been. turning ruby eyes on the woman, ruby eyes that soon fill with detached anger and a simmer of betrayal.

your mother... she trails off. her tongue frosted by their shared tongue of muradoii. tongue of their shared people. but sivaak feels no more sympathy for this one. she is a bastard. forged of her mother's insolence.

sivaak huffs, chin jutting upwards, teeth slicing past black and bloodened lips as she sneers upon suliya. i see now. she circles away from her, ignoring the pulsating twitch of her muscles called to violence under her scarred, tattered white pelt. you are my weak kin's daughter.