Vanaja's blog

The red brown arched brow crawled higher up the hunter’s forehead as she watched the young ravasaur scampering through the sand after her, mindless of the scorpid corpses it had to crawl over in the process. “Damn, I thought it would have tucked tail and found some place to hide when we left the Crater.” Vanaja said to her wolf companion.

Vanaja stared across the fire at the peacefully sleeping ravasaur as she slid the blade of a dagger under her fingernails in an effort to clean egg yolk out from under them… slithid egg yolk.

“Do you think that ol troll would notice if I just ripped the teeth out of that little bugger’s head instead of waiting for ‘em to fall out naturally Oz?” she grumbled. The red wolf looked at the rapidly growing reptile and snorted before turning back to the orc and sighing heavily as he slumped to the ground.

Something cold and wet nudged her cheek, followed by warm breath and soft woof against her ear. Vanaja turned her head, lightly shoving at the furry head intruding on her space only to be met with a warm, wet tongue sliding the up length of her face.
 
“Oz! Stop it!” she grumbled as she turned over. She stiffened as the red wolf snagged one of her golden earrings with a fang. “Okay, okay. I’m awake. You can let go now.” She growled. The wolf woofed in her ear again and complied, stepping back to sit on his haunches, watching the orc, ready to pounce if she tried to fall back to sleep.