Time for a Chit-Chat

She was a leader, a matriarch, the mother goose, the Empress. Canttina's ego was inflated to much. A smirk was permanent upon her scarred lips. The bitch was happy, filled with confidence. She walked with a limp, her front left paw was wounded bad. She trotted awkwardly to her home and soon to be pack territory. Blood was caked onto her horrible shoulders where Alena bit down and ravaged her skin. Her hind leg was also a bit messed up but she walked on it despite the pain. A semi-familiar scent flowed into her nostrils. Canttina tilted her head, a spectator? She knew the scent was one of those at the battlefield that glorious day. She limped up the exposed deck to see the dark colored fae sitting there. Maybe a bitch waiting for acceptance? The mahogany dappled daemon slithered up with her limp and nodded. "And who waits for Canttina?" She spoke oddly, yet the meaning was clear.