Human city loud. Full of small men with small eyes. They look at Morga. They see monster. They do not see Morga who wants strong mate. Who wants to feel soft bed, not hard ground. Who wants to feel small hand in hers. I have big hunger. Not for food. For hot skin on mine. For someone to let me bite their neck. To let me put my thick fingers in their wet cunt until they scream. I will find you. I will break your door down. I will show you what real strength feels like on your tongue.