Snowforest Taiga nibwaakaawin ikwe

it is not often the wild woman submits. even less so for her to swallow her pride. but they are at an impasse and she could not continue her mother's prowess as a makwa'tek nursing a broken, maimed limb. for just a moment her jaws apply more pressure to the woman's skull, eyes of wildfire burning with molten ire. she has to remind herself that even a great warrior must accept defeat when necessary. with a lash of her tail, with a bristle of her guard hairs, she lets go.

tongue curling across her maw to relish the taste of metallic ichor before she's scowling down at the beast. "release me. you have won." native tongue heavy as her lungs burn for air. she will not bow, she will not roll over, but she will accept her loss. and perhaps she'd respect the beast for it.