Curse or Cure

Grandpa, her dad, her mum, they'd probably all be pretty cranky if they found out she was down here, but she had her goose waddling along with her and Ursa snuck off all the time (although she rarely came back with the sort of war wounds Whisper seemed intent on acquiring any time she stepped foot outside). It'd be fine, right? It wasn't like she was completely alone, and goosey could wander off and tell on her if things got out of control.

The call caught her attention, and its intent was pretty clear. Her tail lifted over her back as she strode towards the caller with all the swagger an overconfident tween could muster. She tried to smile, but the muscles felt all funny in her face when she did so. Instead, she set her paws and lowered her head rolling her shoulders forward as a silent signal that she was ready to rumble. The woman was bigger than her but not the biggest wolf she had ever seen. She would get in close and aim her teeth just behind the skeletal patterned woman's right elbow, and would swing her hips towards the leg in the hope of getting her off balance.

“Speech”