Taken

The silver woman snarled as her sibling latched onto her right thigh. A growl rose quickly from her chest and she was tempted to snap the little bitch's neck. Her hackles were raised, teeth bared, eyes squinted and scrutinizing, ready to lunge, and then suddenly she stopped. The little cretin wasn't worth it.
As soon as Ardhel released her, Zajia stepped back and looked her up and down, a look of disgust printed across her pretty features.
"You are so pathetic. No different than the little runt that used to cry about eveeything. Obviously, the couple of years has shown no improvement on your personality, rat." A lip was curled in disdain. She was not amused by this encounter. She hadn't even gotten under her skin yet!
"God you look like quite the picture, sister. Standing there, practically shaking, fur all in a mess from god knows how many days without grooming..."
She was pacing around her ib a circle at this point, and stopped with her muzzle right next to her sisters ear, a smile growing slowly across her maw.
"You look just like Bajit. Just the way he looked before he died..."
She giggled and her tail began to wag.