The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Deluge hadn’t allowed the small scrape on her side to affect her anymore than a bugbite, but it had instilled in her some begrudging respect for her mother. She always assumed the woman didn’t fight because she couldn’t, not because she just couldn’t be assed and had plenty of other wolves to do the fighting for her.

Dreads tension was palpable as he caught the scent and a broad grin crossed her face, morphing to a sneer as they fell on the bright pelted male that hung by Haydees side before moving off. The audacity of showing up to a party you weren’t invited to and showing up kitted out to fight. Her hyena like snicker would be audible to anyone close enough, a raised brow offered to their host and mischief dancing in her eyes. Just how did they think this was going to end? Perhaps it was fitting, attending a festival for farewells with a death wish. "No money on whether a fight’s gonna break out, s’ jus’ a matter’a when…" and whether her father snapped first or her sister.

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