Herbalists' Cache mud dancer

awake but resting, hawk was dormant when her cousin descended upon her. his teeth sinking into her scruff, startling her conscious with a snarl. muscle coiled and tensed as she propelled upward to thrash. ripping herself away from his jaws, peddling back until their cold glares could meet.

her lip curls, revealing teeth she would use if he would lunge again. she should have expected it; it was all in due time. and yet, she seethed no less. tail lashing before it stood straight, a banner waving in challenge. she would not bend the knee to him. never to him.

"speak, before my patience wanes." she spat. he would wish her to submit, and she would not. and if he wished to fight, so be it.