Felltree Marsh Betwixt gleaming fangs

so much for being smooth, she thinks dazedly as strong jaws pull her from her watery fate and toss her toward safety. blixen splutters on the ground for a moment, embarrassed and frankly, more than a little turned on by the effortless display. she usually imagines herself as a protector-slash-rescuer -- having the tables turned? a little bit hot. not gonna lie.

but also a total destroyer of ego. awkwardly the redhead rises to her paws, shaking herself off. "thanks, yeah, i'm fine," she says sheepishly, "sorry for interrupting your -- uhm, you. my name's blixen, by the way."