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

Róta could taste the betrayal on her tongue, smell it with every breath she inhaled. He hadn't just abandoned them, he had left them for others, so she allowed his teeth to find her scruff and then released her hold on his shoulder, spitting his fur from her lips and violently shaking her head to try and break free. "Betydde vi ingenting för dig?" Her voice was rough from disuse and the emotions that threatened to set her soul aflame. She had always known that she alone wasn't enough, which had only been further illustrated when their little band collapsed around her. But what hurt her the most was how they had forced her to keep going when she had wanted nothing more than to give up herself. Pain she had told herself she had left behind time and time again tore at her chest like rats running from a heated metal pan. Tears stung the back of her eyes but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing them fall. Instead she would lunge again to bite at the same shoulder, throwing all her weight behind it to try and knock the larger wolf off balance.

“Speech”