the rot at the roots is the root of the problem

Korona blocked her path and the girl screamed shrilly, the noise punctuated with giggles as Kor shoved her and declared she can't run. That sounded like a challenge to Gilda, and her golden eyes flashed with delight at the challenge.

Bigger than her, Kor had the advantage when she tried to pin Gilda down, but the girl had been wrestling with Urtur and allowed herself to go with the momentum, shoulder hitting the ground a she tucked her shoulder and pulled her legs in. Once she was on her back she'd let her limbs loose, aiming for any of her sisters soft undersides that were in reach. Was it clean? No, but she was a raider, and what mattered was winning.

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