even when she is in her best mood dredge isn’t particularly welcoming of others… now, when she is at her worst, it is just a pity anyone happens upon her at all. anyone else might have been pacifying in her current state, might face a warmer wrath…. but tyr? he had evoked something in her akin to the old feelings… the feelings that he had used to ruin her. the feelings that brought her to her lowest. to now.

she did not realize this was where the massive spotted beast had made his home, but of course, there was some sort of unfair poetic justice to it all. of course he would be here in the place where she had come to punish herself…. she could not even have that.

the painted grullo mare’s ears flatten dramatically as she recognizes him, an angry scowl plastering across her face as he speaks. a viper?…. she was useless. an empty sullen shell of a thing.

the giant’s words do ignite something in her though, the anger she had been waiting to make use of. in a flash, dredge is on her feet, eager.

a sharp squeal cuts the air between them as she lunges toward him, teeth bared. he is distracted and though she wonders why, she doesn’t let it slow her assault. like a wounded thing she snaps at him, coming just close enough to try to maim his massive shoulder. though she should retreat after doing such a thing, and especially to such a large powerful creature such as tyr, she can’t get out of her own way, as usual.

”i go where i please, oaf…. listening for your master to call, are you? it is with some sort of stupid defiance that dredge carries herself, not able to shirk away from the giant she had just attempted to mark in her anger. instead her eyes are iron-dark and her flesh is tense with irritation still as she stands within striking distance from the beast, daring him. this is what she had come for, after all… perhaps she had just hoped it wouldn’t be him.