A warrior doesn’t choose her battles

The young woman was hardly what one could call stable. Not emotionally, no Tomie was pretty solid in that regard. But much of her life had been spent being tossed from one failed pack to another, no place had been home long enough to really let her settle and start turning her focus inward. She'd watched her mother fight for a pack twice now and both time she'd been less than useless at helping to patch the woman back up. Instead she'd attached herself to her mother and sister. When Voodoo made the climb up the mountain to try once more for a home Tomie was behind her, cyan gaze watching their surroundings to ensure nothing was coming after her mother. Making herself the protector was the only thing Tomie really knew how to do. Of course she'd follow her mother to the ends of the earth, being there for the woman was all she had.

Tomie stopped a little bit behind her mother, not wanting to look like she was looming over the woman but she kept her gaze hard, ready to spring into action if it came to it.

"Speech"