It's Called Borrowing... Borrowing Without Permission [Siduri]

When the last dog ran, deciding to be smart like it's packmates, typical Siduri bounced after it for good measure, giving it one last parting bite to its spotted rump. The dog yipped and zipped off into the sunset. You know... or something. Returning to the other girl, Sid's pale tail wagged happily back and forth. "You know, we're really, really good at this." This time she gave her name. "I'm Siduri." One multi-hued eye closed in a very suave wink. "But you can call me Sid." The girl didn't even understand her flirting ways just yet, she only knew that the drive to have a female look favorably upon her was high. Some day she would be a lady killer. Not quite yet, but some day. And she agreed. They were the baddest bitches on that prairie.

"Siduri"