The humidity reminded her of a place she'd once birthed pups. It had been her third litter, a pair of strong, healthy boys, and they'd gotten to live three days before being killed. Leera laid her ears flat against her head, neck low as she walked silently through the area. She didn't plan on staying here, she was passing through to head back south, back down to Auster.
But as she moved through the mist, a smaller, doggish figure appeared in her way. Not thrilled about the company of an African Wild Dog, Leera gave a sneer. "Out of my way, dog," she growled. And if things went her way, that'd be the end of it.
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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