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Bylgja pushed forward. The other woman's outraged cry fuelled her; let her be fucking angry! Let her snarl and scream and have a tantrum. Bylgja didn't care; she was going to rip open this woman and make a point, goddamnit. Auriga's body collided with her own. Bylgja knew where her face was more certainly this time; she bared her fangs and sought to bite into the woman's face and rip it open along the cheek-- to leave a scar that rises from the lower jaw up to the edge of the eye if she won their little fight.

Frustration spun in her belly. She had just wanted to find her herbs and gather belongings for the pack; here she was, tussling and snapping with a stranger. Bylgja hadn't wanted that. But she would fight, regardless. She wasn't the sort to give in .

If she won, she'd get to see her opponent again out of the darkness, one day-- and would know her by the pain in her face, the scar on her cheek.

"Bylgja"