All the words are gonna bleed from me

Róta was so close, her jaws parted widely set to snap down on the chipmunk when a single word broke the relative silence. It was punctuated with a sudden force on the back of her head, teeth clamping down on her extended tongue as her head drove into the stone where the offering had been laid. Her sharp and sudden yelp filled the air.

She could taste blood, but it wasn’t of prey, and it dripped onto the stone beneath her. A low growl formed in her chest, a feral look in her sharp green eyes and in the snarl that she gave as she regained her footing and whipped around to barge into the larger wolf with her chest. “Starving will kill me, it won’t kill them!” Her reach was hampered by their height difference, and she didn’t really intend to hurt her cousin, just get her blood pumping enough to endure yet another boring small game hunt. Her grin and growl turned more mischievous as she tried to grab onto the other woman’s shoulder to give her a better chance to throw her weight around.

“Speech”