It’s such a catchy song

She should have been careful what she wished for. The thought forced a bitter hollow laugh from the Archer-Lyall’s chest as teeth sunk into her shoulder, the subtle shift of muscles hinting at the want to travel and close on her throat. She was stubborn, but the other wolf was heavy and large and she was over-exhausted and maybe even verging on nihilistic. The melancholy of the dark sand and the moon hiding behind a cloud, somehow seemingly hinting at a fitting end for an Archer... especially given her namesake. The tide could carry what was left of her out to the salt water, her lifeless parts being consumed by and turning into creatures of the sea.

Wouldn’t Mother be proud? That alone was enough to reignite the fire in her belly.

With determination, she clenched her teeth, gathered her muscles to at least make one last good show of it, but before she could rally, the weight and pressure were gone. The moon made itself known again, peeking out from behind its cloudy curtain and her gaze fell on a retreating shadow. Sedna’s paws planted, spread in the sand and her jaws gaped, panting to catch her breath, heart thundering in her ears. Otis raced over and started pawing at her shoulder and muzzle, a low growl offered to nobody in particular as she stared after the stranger. What the fuck was that about? Her good eye narrowed in a squint, scowl painted on her bloody maw. "Sirius is gonna be so pissed Otie." Her whisper betrayed her exhaustion, but she knew better than to delay their return at all. "Up yer get." They’d move faster if she carried him at least part of the way.

"speech".