Haunted Wood Hand in Hand

He tiptoed along the edge, so, so temptingly.
If she wanted, she could charge at him and push him in. She could then follow him like a cascading waterfall and snap his legs.

She lowered her head, her eyes looking up at him carefully.
"We've had a number. Serem's sister, an Easthollow boy, some Moonspear guy." The pit had a fair share of stories to tell. 
And many more will ensue.
She didn't care if she was pregnant, she would still make threats like there was no tomorrow.

"If you disrespect me or my pack, I will break your legs and put you in there until you slowly die, being taunted by the crows." She stared levelly at him, waiting for him to take her as a serious threat. But only if he fucked up.

She wondered what things would be like if she still had the Moonspear guy here instead of Hashut.