"Nahla, get out Now." Grandma repeated once more. "Do your duties by getting help." She turned to Zimba. "As for you, you'll have to kill me ere I move."
Suddenly, as out of nowhere, a Black Sharptooth stood proudly beside the cluster of Longnecks. None could see her, but one could hear her: the only who had once before stood at her doorstep(OOC: Nahla). "Thou ought to have rethought that one, old female. Such challenge thou canst no longer face."