I Can't Stop, The Dogs Of War

As Jael triumphed over the bitch that had fucked up her eye, rage enveloped Siduri. She wanted to tear into the wolfdog for taking her fight. Instead, the girl's wild gaze locked on a closer target. A big wolf stood in her path, swaths of purple and peach covering her body. She would do for now.

With a guttural snarl, the pastel girl launched herself at her opponent, jaws wide. She sought to sink her teeth into the underside of the other wolf's neck while simultaneously lashing out with the clawed bracers attached to her forelegs. Siduri was angry and her mind seemed to shake within her skull. Her attacks wouldn't be as streamlined as they might usually be, but they would be hard and they would be ferocious.

"Siduri"