Swiftcurrent Creek and you thought one day you'd be happy

Bobbed and weaved.

A dagger wielded by a force beyond both of them. The hand of Sobek perhaps, the only tendril of Akashingo left on her in those moments.

Arric. Akavir.

Her teeth exposed in a momentary, rare smile. It had not been a smile made to charm or delight.

You.

She moved to snip teeth delicately at his front toes. Taunting and teasing, but never with malice! She had no intention of letting him as near as @Akavir had been. Yet that did not mean she would drive him away entirely either.