Raven's Watch of endless possibilities controlling 935

the leering glare of the woman who'd tarnished saatsine land with her filth made her veins burn with ire. residual anger still so pent up, and thought to have no release. but this...it would be perfect. her shoulders squared, her form unyielding. muscles coiling tight with malicious intent as she takes heavy steps forward. 

"you speak of her with respect, or I will rip the tongue from your jaws." came her grim, eerily calm promise. sivaak's past was not her concern—whatever she did to wrong this woman, it mattered not to her. she did not care. vigilant eyes watched the woman send a fleeting glance downward; that would be her path. 

she could feel the presence of the tartok man lingering nearby. she was pleased with the support, and that he hadn't rushed in teeth first. this way, if the cowardly woman decided to bolt, he would be hot on her tail. 

"i will not ask you again. why were you stalking upon saatsine land?" she bristled, lips curling to reveal menacing teeth, bubbling with spit. 

her cousin had said the man she and blackfell had killed should have lived. but this woman? she would not be permitted that mercy. 

let her run. let her speak; her fate would be all the same. they would chase her to the ends of the earth if needed.