Permafrost Hollows she names conquerors, and the servile regimes they birthed

Currituck sighs dramatically and rolls her eyes, looking toward the man as he retreats a little more. She tries to draw him in with a playful look on her face like a child that knows she isn’t going to listen to her lecture. Her tail thumps on the ground anyway and she sits, occasionally glancing up to the pale woman as she reprimands the man too and she doesn’t feel so bad for being the only to be yelled at. Her new friend gets it too!