Barrow Fields lotus eater

With contact made, Thuringwethil’s rear swings back, front paws anchoring to the ground to redirect her momentum. Her mind on high, pent up energy and frustration added, she doesn’t notice the familiarity anymore. Hunting down the deer had only taken the edge off and here is her day only gets better. She won't admit that she had been wishing for this, and feigns her fuel by the annoyance of some longer. She uses the other’s vulnerability against her and begins to snap her teeth close to her face in order to drive the woman’s back into the ground.