Dawnlark Plains ranger

she parried; had he wanted to do her harm, there was ample opportunity. their jaws smacked and teeth caught, although the only blood between them was the noxious mixture that had been painted across him since his culling of the sheep. the eventual end of their dominance spat ended with a stalemate—however to kukuvrak, as She had not drawn blood in any meaningful way, he saw this as a win for himself.

She looked to go one direction; himself, another. with a rumble he reached for her again and more harshly tried to grab, and pull, and control. saatsine—the man One Eye, he was weak. she had seen it.

he was like a bullfrog with his call. rough with his grip, uncaring if he bruised her. as he relented he grimaced to Her.
saatsine. he shook tension from his shoulders and with it, aroused the scent of the caribou people from within his layered pelt of viscera.

must he call upon the law of tartok?
demand She follow, and they take?
he knew she had seen One Eye; the weakness of him.