den of corruption

Her eyes fell on Flurry's pacing form and she mustered a smirk for her sister, “Nobody told me ter prep fer a seige, what're'yer walkin' trenches inter th' beach for?” Her shortened tail waved at her back and her antlered head lowered as she approached with intent to bump antlers and nibble at her sisters cheek in an attempt to sooth her. “If it's energy yer got too much of, yer could join us when we go. A band doesn't have ter be cooped up in one place like a pack does, hit fast an' move on, they'd have ter find us ter hit back,” She spoke almost in a sing-song voice, it made her sound like a salesman, but it was also clear in her tone that she didn't expect her sister to join them. She had too much going for her if she chose to be the one to stay.

“Speech”