listen to nick cave

Bylgja feels her opponent give -- she feels the rend of teeth through skin and fur, the metal burst of blood in her mouth. Bylgja shivers at the taste of it and licks across her teeth, spitting down between her paws. She hadn't intended a fight.

But she didn't mind it.

Having won, Bylgja snickers and returns to her task. In the dark, she feels about in the dark for more moss, scraping it off of stone and gathering it close. The moss will be good for what she wants to do. Others will laugh at the story, too. She knows that.

She grins at the thought of Strai's face when she tells him.