You Always Find Another Wound To Grow

All too quickly the pale woman scrambled after the taller one, enthralled at the chance for bloodshed and a little more fun afterwards. Falling into step behind her, she watched the sway of her hips as she inspected the tall trees. Mercy had a much better view to look at, her purple eyes greedily drinking her in. Damn, she was really pent up, wasn't she? Shaking her head, she forced her eyes to look elsewhere. It was hard when there was so much power in Pyralis, something else that turned her on. The talk about stirring up things gave her a good enough reason to stick around, generally she didn't care for all this walking about. The white marked dame had something about finding a home for her family, but she would play along. Not caring a smidgen about that, it was all worth it if she got something out of it in return.

When she spoke, Mercy's ears flickered as she looked over to catch her grin. Her own black lips spread, a laugh bubbling up from her belly. "It's nothing I'm not used to. My old pack was made up of wolves who were taller than you were too. I got some good practice fighting against them, it's odd to me to fight wolves smaller than myself now." She could remember getting pissed off that everyone was taller, there had been a time when she was the biggest wolf she knew. Now she was just slightly above average. Trotting up so that she was at her side instead of behind her, Mercy aimed to playfully bump her shoulder against the other wolf. If they did run into some giant, she would be more than happy to show them all she had learned.

"Speech"
'thoughts'