we do talk about fight club

Korona burst onto the scene, eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt. She slid to a stop in front of Modesty, her grin wide and mischief sparkling in her gaze. “Whatcha got ma’?!” “Wha’s that? Does it bite?” Better if it bites worse than her siblings!

She gave a snort of laughter, poking the basket with a small paw. “Ya think ya gonna scare us with that? Pfft. Watch this!” She grabbed a stick from the ground, brandishing it like a sword. “Come on, who’s first ta take on tha beast? I dare ya!” Korona’s energy was palpable, her voice sharp with excitement. She spun on her heel clumsily, scanning for her siblings with a challenge in her eyes. “Don’ be chickn’! Let’s see who’s got tha guts ta go toe-ta-toe with this critter! I’m ready ta see some real action!” The girl was boisterous, loud -- and so overly cocky.

THE KRAKEN