you become what you hate

Like moths to a flame they were drawn in, just like all the rest, though it quickly became evident they would be one of those families that was there to support opposing teams. Deluge had no relation to the brown antlered wolf other than her association with Dread, but his challenger bought a knowing smirk to her face. Oh, things just got a whole lot more interesting.

She wondered if Dread would pick up on it, her toes stretching out to drag through the dirt a moment before she left her companion's side, with a bump of her hip to his shoulder, an invitation to join her, though she'd understand if he wanted to side with family on this one. Deluge circled around the ongoing brawl and slid down to a seat close to those with a familiar but foreign scent that were cheering the big pink guy on. She unhooked one of her bottles and offered it to the skull-marked woman before reaching for a second herself. Were you really watching a fight if you weren't drinking while you did it?