Snowforest Taiga nibwaakaawin ikwe

the mountainous woman dares curls her lips, igniting a fury inside kuva's veins. a possessiveness that's primal in nature, the kind that stems from the core. a language spoken that kuva does not understand, but it does not matter. 

she hovers over her cache, lips curling to reveal teeth. a clack as she snaps her jaws, a warning she will give only once. "you leave." she growls, stance squaring. the woman's size did not strike fear within her. it would be a challenge kuva would be overjoyed to overcome. 

tail lashing, the hair along her back rises. she awaits the brute-woman's move.