It’s such a catchy song

Paws running across the sand were hushed, and had it not been for the guttural snarl or Otis’s angry shriek of warning, she might not have instinctively braced herself. As it was, the collision coincided with a cloud passing over the moon, and a sudden weight was upon her. Sedna was no stranger to the night either, but her lack of sleep slowed her reactions, despite the adrenalin coursing through her veins. Eyes squinted reflexively, if only to protect her eyes and ears pinned flat against her skull. She allowed the momentum to move her, head swinging reflexively, teeth unsheathed, snapping to pull at whatever she could grab a hold of. Her ears were useless at this range but her nose told her more than her eyes ever could have. Ashen. Was there a chance he just didn’t recognise her as an Armada wolf? Now was not the time to think. If she survived, she could contemplate later.

"speech".