Sticks and stones won't break my bones

The fea had been exploring alacritis when she had found the metal husk. It was strange. What would that be doing here. She could smell the scent of others, fresh, females. She grinned. She wondered if this was a pack. She would see. She sat and tipped her head back and let forth a howl from deep in her lungs. That would attract attention. The English rose sat back and sighed. She was only new to Alacritis, and here she was, looking for a pack. She was a loner, a rouge. A sexy rouge at that. She giggled to herself, she did think she was sexy. And clearly other people did too. She had had many lovers, well not exactly lovers. More, people she had lied to and seduced, and then stolen from. She loved that, love was all a big game to her. He'll, to the bitch, life was all a big game.

"Speech"