You have goat to be kiddin me

When the other wolf ordered his bird back to Armada, Deluge rolled her eyes. These wolves and their birds, always stickin' their beaks in. If she had to guess, she would expect that back up would arrive shortly, so she rolled her shoulders to get on with the climb. She didn't want to be contending with cold, wet rocks if it came to a fight.

She allowed him to get his words out in the open and responded with a half a smile that didn't quite reach her wary eyes. It wasn't really her place to tell it, but she also wasn't in the business of decieving others for fun. “Yer talk a lot more'n 'e does,” she offered as confirmation that, yes, she did know Dread. “I'm Deluge, daughter o' th' Raid King of Raider's Hollow, Nightmare, by title,” there was a put on grandiose tone that didn't match the casual stance she held or the rolling of her eyes at the offering of titles. That took care of who she was and what her relationship to Armada was, in a political sense. If she had her way, it wouldn't remain that way for long. “Fer now, anyway, I plan on startin' a band soon.” No point keeping it a secret, word got around quickly anyway.

“Dread is a very dear friend, I like him, a lot, an' yer da' doesn't like that. Mine doesn' either, but 'e doesn' interfere unless 'e 'as ter.” She offered a shrug, moving to jump up the next boulder on their climb to the clifftop. “I challenged Dread ter a fight, I won our last two, so I said I'd take 'im prisoner if 'e lost again, yer dad stabbed me fer it,” She lifted her leg to show the pink skin yet to fully heal to back up her story. Her tone was very conversational, clearly she didn't take it as seriously as others might. “I wouldn'a made 'im stay if 'e didn't wan'ter, but 'e looked like 'e could use a break, y'know?” He'd said Dread was his brother, surely his kin had noticed the dark cloud that seemed to hang over his head. “They kicked off, things were said I shouldn'a heard an' so I won' be repeatin' em, they're not my story ter tell, y'understand?” She hoped he'd understand. “If yer wan'ter ask 'im yerself, yer welcome ter come'ter th' Hollow, I'll guarantee yer safety m'self.” It was the least she could do, right?

Finally it looked like they were almost at the top, the tips of trees rising up just a few short jumps ahead.

“Speech”