Today we fight, tomorrow we fight, the day after...

The incessant braying of the fucking donkey that had decided to adopt her was well and truly grating on her nerves. She had tried running the thing off, but it just kept coming back to her, trailing after her like she was it's long lost mother or something. Finally, she had relented, maybe it would come in use one day. Worst case, well now she had emergency food, if she was genuinely starving, she'd just eat it.

Add to that the general tension in the air of this place, the warmth, the stink of spilled blood left to dry, tufts of clearly canine fur that had yet to be gathered up by birds to line their nests, it generally made for a place where she wanted to keep her guard up. There was something else on the breeze though, something familiar... and then the familiar dark form came into view.

All reason was lost. The ginger coated wolf charged at her older brother, coming from the left, jaws parted to close on the meaty part of his shoulder and give him a bloody good shake for leaving her like he had. There would be time for talking later, and she trusted he would understand.

“Speech”