I must be gettin' too flashy

Colourless eyes were thoughtful for a moment, and she nodded in silent agreement. She had seemed to have better luck outside of the borders of the Armada, although it made her sad to acknowledge the fact. A pack was supposed to be family. Perhaps, if she couldn’t find what she was looking for here, she would need to make something for herself elsewhere. After all, her mother and grandmother had done just that. Why couldn’t she too?

Her smile had a teasing edge as her friend pulled a face, and she barely stifled a laugh, reducing the outburst to a snort instead. “Maybe, if yer drank all I got an’ managed ter survive th’ next week without blowin’ yer guts out yer ass an’ gob.” She had never been one for subtlety and graphic descriptions were often the ones that stuck when it came to giving warnings. “Best way ter take yer mind off it would be ter go fer a run. Care to join?” She was making her way towards the den exit before her friend had a chance to answer. It had been a while since her last patrol of the borders and she wanted to at least appear to be contributing in some fashion other than maintaining her own stores.

“Speech”