If I showed you my soul would you cover your eyes?

It was time to put words to the side and let actions speak.

Bellamy went for the front, shoving her weight around as most wolves did. Wren wondered if any large wolves fought valiantly without using their superior mass against smaller foes. Euryale dove right in the middle of Bellamy's attack, fearing no beast that attacked her mistress. The peregrine falcon cawed and shrieked, beating her wings to distract the striped woman.

It gave Wren an opportunity. As Bellamy rammed her, Euryale put distance between the pair. Wren stepped back, aware of Bellamy's companions snapping at her heels. She didn't give a shit about them currently. The peregrine falcon lifted herself up, in tandem with Wren's forward lunge. The brunette snapped her jaws, trying to close the distance again.

She aimed for Bellamy's right, under her chin. Trying to grasp the thick fur that protected her throat.

"Speech"