Stick 'Em With the Pointy End

Maki didn't frequent the battlefield much at all, least not compared to her sister. Beyond all the fighting and that, she thought it looked aesthetically cool as well. All the blood and bones and the thrumming potential in the air, the tension. People had died here and whilst that was a bit grim, death made for good drama too, you know? Not that she wanted to die, or for anyone else to die- it was all good, just in theory. Fiction was her thing, reality on the other paw...

She bounded over, still far too puppy like in her mannerisms, the way she practically bounced close screamed immaturity, a girl in a big wolf's world.

"Put em up!" She beamed as she rushed in, leaned back on her hind paws for some good old-fashioned fisticuffs.