Bearclaw Valley [M] they breathe you in, and dive as deep as they can

incensed beyond the fickle realm of logic, astara's thunderous snarl split the entryway, and a shade rose soon after.

she flexed her claws reflexively in the sand as the harlot came wordlessly from the den; larger, possibly stronger -- but was she imbued with the same hateful bile?

astara lunged.

first, she would rip the stiffened trachea from this wordless bitch, and lay the bloody pipe on the stone so gristle could turn sour and black --

second, she would grab those mewling children of merrick, and dash their skulls against the stone --

so that their brainmatter would splatter across andesite and granite, rot and corrupt alongside the truncuated throat of their dam --

she was unaware of her children. she would not notice merrick. her eyes were only for ikkalrok, and that dark, svelte thrumming of bloodlife beneath throat.

astara's teeth flashed in a merciless arc, and she drove herself into the woman with not a single ounce of abandon.