You Better Fight Fair

Impatience was a constant on the mendaciums woman, irritated that they wouldnt start already, lips curled a bit in frustration eyes fixed in all the wolves around. Wondering how she could beat up. Tongue passing over her fangs of dried blood. Ready to have fun in the way she only felt like such. As she gazed around she heard steps rushing her way. She snarled but before anything she saw a light wolf rush and slam his shoulder against hers. She aimed to move a bit aiming to make it nor hit her completely but still feeling his shoulder painfully blush against hers. She would attempt to turn her frontal body against him before aiming to clamp her jaws over his snout, wanting to have them shut within hers.

"The talking"