Blackbeak Bluff pwazon

Childlike, his face. Calm aside from a slight stiffness in the lower lip, briefly stubborn. She spat at him, her face and body coiled tight with rage. He didn't parse the words, but her tone and expression said everything. He was used to communicating in broad strokes, the pronunciation only an afterthought in their patchwork patois. A slap on the head, bared teeth, those were enough for you to remember anything.

He tensed in response, only to press himself against the ground, contorting so that his underbelly faced her knotted face, her sharp teeth. A whine flickered through his throat, the whites of his eyes visible as they rolled. Never say what you can show.