Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths

When the girl comments on her glow, she flashes a smile that she hopes is just as bright, "Don' let m' good looks fool yer, m' sister's the real catch." She tipped her antlers in the direction Flurry had sauntered off. "I reckon mum'll throw a party after this, yer should come..." Deluge winked and her lips quirked up in a smirk, "Should bring that cute brother o' yers too." Deluge's presence at the Armada kid's birthday party had been brief, but she had stuck around long enough for some quiet canoodling and to get eyes on her prince's siblings as they got their gifts from the warlord at least.

But enough banter yeah? Wasn't this supposed to be a raid?

The smaller girl whistled, and while the hawk came close, the telltale 'kekekekeke' of her own barbed wing bird was enough to not have her turning her head up for too long. It was long enough for the purple girl to land her mark. The bite to her left ankle and the tug was a new one, mostly she preferred to just get in close and hug her opponents into submission, so she appreciated the change of pace.

Deluge stepped closer to the smaller wolf, using her bulk to try and crowd her, limit her targets to toes and legs and the plush fur of her chest that might just irritate the other wolf if it got anywhere near her eyes or mouth. She didn't want to grab the other girl by the scruff, it seemed to obvious, so she slung her right paw over the other girl's shoulder and allowed the tug to pull her off balance dropping her weight across the back of her opponent.