LIKE A HOUSE IN A HURRICANE

The woman heard the call of the first lady. The Crimson Queen, she recognized the vocals. But, when she heard the second call the woman perked up. It was much more intense. It was darker and much more beautiful. The behemoth of a yearling got up from her and her brothers den. She shook out her delightful fur and rolled her lovely shoulders. Nausica was not really one for packs but the second call enticed her. Whether her brother would come or not was up to him. She was excited to witness a fight of Queens. Therefore her massive paws would carry her to the place of battles. The area where Kings and Queens fell like flies. She enjoyed to see slaughter and spirits collapse. The sadistic bitch slithered into the scene with her head held high. She was already one of the largest Wolves in the scene. Broad paws crunched down on the messy snow as she witnessed the first fight. Though, the one she payed attention to was the alabaster woman who stared down the russet bitch who tried to claim Arc. Nausica sat down in the back, watching it all unfold. She was mildly interested. Yet, non of her lovely words were heard.



Speech.