Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

there is no need for further words. the threat of death does not sit well with praimfaya, though she is torn between being largely amused and annoyed. while the two emotions war within her, she readies herself; itching to feel the thrill of the battle. it was a stupid thing to fight over but she wasn't going to be bullied by a woman who thought she and one other were enough to hold any claim. the redistribution of her weight was enough to keep the woman from bowling her over when their bodies collided. the place of contact smarts but is quickly overshadowed by the sting of the woman's teeth breaking the skin of her right shoulder. good, she thinks. she hopes it scars. maybe she can start another collection on her right shoulder.

the other woman's proximity and focus upon her shoulder gives praimfaya an opportunity and the wanheda seizes it greedily, teeth finding purchase in the side of the woman's neck, close to her own shoulder.