The time has come for blood to spill

It would seem her little sex kitten was a bit restless. A smirk was shown as the call was let forth. A call for a challenge. Not a pack challenge, a challenge for another packs member. The daemon grinned an got up from her throne. She shook off that stained pelt and rolled those damaged shoulder. The demoness set forth in a limping trot to her mates side to observe the fight and give support. Though, the lips would be sealed unless other maws spat words. She was going there to give support, not start wars. this time.

She seemed to be late, but the bitch cared less. She took as seat far away, a good twenty feet. She watched the two battle it out. Ozz and a male. He wreaked of a King. She twisted her hidden nose and tilted her head. Her eyes scanned over the other spectators in interest. Was this a new pack? What pack was this? She rolled those damaged shoulders and snorted. The bitch got up and limped over to a russet and black male and grunted. "What pack do you serve?" Her words were rough and blunt. The bitch snarled as she watched the on goings but demanded an answer. This man was hurting her love, he would pay.