kicking names and taking ass

Dantalian stood on the edge of Aerie's territory looking out. Her face was set in a deep scowl as she glared into the dark Deluge. The reaving heathens had gone somewhere in that general direction. It was looking like they were just going to get away with it which did not sit well with Dantalian. They needed to be punished! As a child she was excluded from pack decisions so she had no idea what was going on, but since no one was going anywhere or doing anything other than recovering she'd gotten it into her head that the heathens were getting off scot free - and she was not happy about it. So she had decided, since no one else was going to do something about it, she would!

Determined now, Dantalian snatched up the makeshift armor she'd made and began to put it on. She had found some sort of ungulate skull that kinda sorta fit over her head so she was using it as a helmet and she'd stolen one of her mother's pelts and wrapped it across her shoulders like a cape. Around her neck she carefully twisted a tangle of thorns so if anyone tried to bite her there they'd be sorry. When the thorns startled to poke her, Dantalian briefly dropped to the ground and writhed around until her cape was tucked underneath the thorns thus protecting her neck from them.

Once that was done she jumped to her paws and looked herself over. She looked badass. Yep, this was the look. Those heathens were going to be so sorry.

With a determined scowl and a haughty bearing, Dantalian stomped into the Deluge. She didn't know where those wolves lived or how far ahead they'd gotten, but she was gonna chase them down if it was the last thing she did.