Snowforest Taiga nibwaakaawin ikwe

the mountain-woman's scent is thick, heady. it would have been appealing, if the itch for a fight hadn't simmered beneath kuva's skin and inside her veins. she is powerful—and she would make a worthy opponent. 

she moves past the cache and her trophies are safe...but kuva is not satisfied. she will not be until blood is shed. her movement is quick and fluid; a viper ready to strike. slinking away from her mound to pounce. finding her mark as she lands on the woman's broad, strong back. 

jaws parting with a snarl to sink her teeth into scruff, biting down and squeezing with feral animosity. ivory claws sinking into the flesh of the big woman to keep her seated.