She had been leisurely laying in the autumn sun, soaking up the warming rays of light with a content feeling with the summons rang across the land. In an instant, she was on her feet, and began trotting towards the sound, wondering who's blood would be drawn today. A childish racket escaped her jaws, the gums pulling back over her teeth revealing them in their jagged splendor. As she moved towards the war scarred field, she was delighted to see the fight between the ivory dame who now claimed rule of her 'pack', and a russet dame with... was that a skull on her head?
A giggle escaped her, as she drew close to other wolves, tongue lolling as she looked at them all, turning her eyes back to the battling pair. "Tonight we feast little lambs!" The haunting laughter flowed from her vocals, as she flopped over on the ground, lolling leisurely, waiting for it to end.
"Speech"
