I can't pretend that you don't bleed too

In the absence of the Raid King, Sakana stepped up alongside Modesty as the small wolf came barrelling their way, the ache of his bones leaving the healer in a foul mood even before he had had to stitch the small child up. A growl rumbled in his chest as the bitch suggested that perhaps Siduri had been at fault. As if a child should be held to the same standard as an adult who should have some measure of control over their fucking emotions. Hell, she wasn't even huge, even at his smallest, he probably could have sat on her to mitigate harm.

It had barely been hours, but who the fuck was she to show up on their borders and lecture them?

He moved before he thought, before giving his new leader a chance to say her piece. Teeth snapped at an ear with intent to take and keep. He'd never been much of a fighter, but he knew how to put someone back together, it couldn't be that hard to take them apart.

“Speech”