Snowforest Taiga nibwaakaawin ikwe

qupir's season has come, liquid fire in her veins. where once she might have sought to bed this woman she now seeks to fight, to sate the rage broiling in her belly. the strange man will find her soon, but for now she is happy to brawl. she will leave the pathetic cache to this woman when she inevitably loses.

her hackles raise, and she bares her teeth. moves left, past the cache with a warning snap of her jaws. do not follow. but oh, she hopes she does. hopes for the snap of teeth against flesh.

"i pass. you move." her voice is deep, rolling like thunder.

"not want...pathetic meal."