Bitterroot Valley garmr

ravah squares herself as he speaks, chest rising with great, sharp breaths, but her stillness now is not stunned, but instead, it is scathing. her eyes bore into his as he leans close and speaks with that... that... agitating voice of his.
speaking of her as if she is something to be won. a prize!
and in return, a rude laugh spills from her throat and ravah simply scoffs in his face, looking down past her silvered muzzle into his golden stare.
you not survive my teaching, ravah spits and promises, before she moves past him. a harsh shove her shoulder into his, leaning her head down to gather her pelt. if he would not leave, then she would.
and you not even know my name. ravah tsks, a lash of her tail then as she turns to walk away. good luck finding it.