Greatwater Lake vaal hazak

Any jauntiness the woman had was eclipsed by the wild-woman's approach. Nettleclaw sunk to the snow as her muzzle was grabbed in a display of dominance.

Here I am, I am no threat, I am yours to mold.

She waited with breath held until she was released. Her tail was clamped to her stomach.

Yet as the wild-woman pulled away, Nettleclaw sensed a comradeship there. Rising slowly Nettleclaw trailed behind her, wary of any flash of teeth but willing to follow.

After all, two was always better than one.