Totoka River game of survival

magdalene is quiet, cautious, and yet remains poised all while awaiting her newest acquintance. immediately her eyes are drawn to a hell of a woman. unfortunately, magdalene meant exactly that. she was a warrior's build. there was the innate feminity, but beyond that she was clearly built for something else. why was she bred this way? the inquiry lingering on her mind as the woman found herself admiring the sinew that curled betwixt her fur and flesh as she impeded the space she had felt was her own. "madame," her velvety lyrics filling the air between them as magdalene has retired from the water and left her attention for the taking. "do you need zomething?" she is quick to ask for her purpose. there is little disposable time in her world and she is found only wandering what she could do to impress upon her that her time was actually running short. tick tock.