Snowforest Taiga maugak ⋟

his disdain for the lanzadoii hit her like a strike to the sternum. a flick of heat licked through her. it is immediate, impossible to hide. not lust—nothing so simple—old like instinct, predatory. the ferality of man—even seal-hunter—would always have her intrigue.

the lanzadoii had taken much from her. breath, blood, pride. even love, in time. the guilt of leaving blackfell still lingered. 'wenna, too. would they hate her, to see who she was with now? or perhaps they would be just as fine without her.

hearing kanuux spit lanzadoii's name as if it were rot sharpened something in her chest, a quick distraction that made heat rise in her belly. his head shifts in question. to answer, she tips her snout skyward so that fur will part to show the scar they had left behind. "lanzadoii not like me, kanuux."