"The Dragons dive from the sky like arrows. Their scales are hard, but their greed is harder. They hunt us for our pearls. And the Tigers... they sit on the rocks and hook us with iron claws. To them, we are just big fish."
Roxy's hands paused for a fraction of a second. That's definitely what Zarek and Torian are capable of doing.
So they are truly the predators of this world.
Then what about a Lion?
"I get it," Roxy said softly, resuming the braid. "When I first arrived in this world... Everyone wanted to eat me, too. I spent the first week running from pigs, snakes, wolves, and... well, everything."
Only to mate with a snake and a wolf, bearing children for them.
Oh my little ones…
Roxy silently sniffled.
"You were prey," Nimue stated simply. "It is the way of things. The strong eat the weak."
"Not always," Roxy countered. "Sometimes the weak make garlic butter shrimp, and the strong decide to keep them around."
