I Can't Stop, The Dogs Of War

The leader of Ethne starting talking and Siduri mentally checked out for a bit. The girl was too busy staring hard at her sister, Flurry. What shit was she on about? Offering her own blood and whatnot? That was... dumb. In Siduri's opinion, playing the martyr was pointless. "We're Raiders," she growled, hackles lifting as she took a step towards Flurry. "We've all agreed to this life. AND IF ANYONE DOESN'T LIKE IT," the pastel girl practically roared at her own pack, turning to face them, "THEN GO JOIN THE PEACELOVERS!" Gods... their mother and father would be so ashamed.

"We're Raiders!" the girl roared again, trying to instill confidence in the pack's defenders. "We may not be here for a long time, but we're here for a good fucking time. LET'S SHOW THEM!" By the time that she was done firing up her own pack, the leader of Ethne was racing for her. Fucking fabulous.

Siduri didn't wait for Haydee to come to her. The pastel marked demoness launched herself forward racing across the dark sand to meet her opponent. "This is for my fucking eye!" Jaws opened wide and the yearling aimed straight for the face of the smaller wolf, a guttural snarl ripping from her chest and careening up her throat. The force with which she had run forward should have at least slammed hard into the smaller wolf, but she was too focused on landing her bite to even notice. Adrenaline and fury were rich in Siduri's veins. She was a Raider and the Ethne cur would remember that before they were done.

"Siduri"