Felltree Marsh red duck

he himself saw no evenness in their match; he was larger, hard-built, and with the masculine demand of vengeful madness upon him. sivaak's tense peace broke that day. he was aghast by her snap for the empty socket; it had not happened before.

up came his shoulder on that side, aiming to strike her throat, her chest; to crush something. her attack was not without its own weight: skin peeled into a new scar along where moondoe had taken his eye.

that pain was an insult.

driving himself down into the snow, attempting to pin her beneath heavier tread, sun eater focused entire on the new woman with the cold eyes. if she did not care for the moon wolf, she would not have attacked. exposed now was the bone of a bond, and he wished to splinter it wholesale.

he wanted death; death. only blood would appease.