Let The Bodies Hit The Floor

They hadn't come waving a white flag and the girl was itching for someone to open their mouth, to step a toe out of line so she'd have an excuse to tear it off. When no contest came, she snorted her annoyance, shaking some of the tension from her body, pale fur floating and glinting where the late afternoon sun pierced the canopy overhead, before she turned and fell in step alongside her brother. They'd only come here for Gilgamesh, that was the whole point of this little excursion, and she would leave it at that. No matter what she wanted, while she called herself a Raider, she would tow the fucking line like the rest of them, and wouldn't attack without provocation (while on official pack business anyway).

"speech"