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Hardly any blood had been drawn in her battle with the older woman, Twig’s athletics had assured that outcome to her pleasure. The Memoire woman would do what she could to defend what was theirs, for her children, but the older she got the less she enjoyed spilling another wolf’s blood.

As opposed to her next opponent. Twig was already heaving breath into her lungs when the man turned his attention towards her. His coat was stained with the blood of her comrade and she knew immediately that she would have to be even more cautious with this wolf. He held no reserves about taking from those who were better off than him. The lot of them were no better than thieves.

He charged at her, coming in low and trying to pin her down by her back, but the older woman was faster than he was. She had little to overpower the man, but she could certainly outspeed him. Or try to. Twig tried to duck under his attacks, and whip around so she might take a bite out of the tendon of his back right leg.

"Autumn Twig Memoire"