[ He would be impressed with her having managed to gain the upper-hand were he not so furious. The bite on his arm burns, a bright pinprick of pain that sits at the edge of his awareness.
Worse than that, though, is the feral, hungry, thing that is struggling to claw its way to the surface. Driven by his fury and his panic.
Breathing heavily, his chest expanding and contracting beneath the fabric of his tunic, it seems to take him forever to compose himself enough to answer. Licking his lips, he lifts his chin. ]
oh god this way lies disaster
Worse than that, though, is the feral, hungry, thing that is struggling to claw its way to the surface. Driven by his fury and his panic.
Breathing heavily, his chest expanding and contracting beneath the fabric of his tunic, it seems to take him forever to compose himself enough to answer. Licking his lips, he lifts his chin. ]
You have mud in your hair.