take me down to the fighting end

A sound caught Qanik's attention, and her head turned to follow the progress of the wolves heading very purposefully in her direction. Two, toweringly huge wolves of black, one smaller with some white spotting her who held back, an albino wolverine. A pale shape that slipped around her peripherals.

The swaggering, tall male spoke thuggishly, the wolverine cackling a response. She couldn't bring herself to care enough, now, to be discreet about her distaste, staring quite stonily at the boy. Another voice whispered in her ear, and her head swung, blue eyes to stare at the pale female who had flanked her. She just didn't care.

Her brow rose with distinct skepticism at the female's demand. "He is no king of mine, little girl," she said quite clearly, very calmly, no fear but disgust coloring her words as she stared back at the fool child. She was not in the mood to be kind, today, to strangers who would taste fear.

Gaze swung back to the four others. The tall female's words drew a slow, dry laugh from her. "This is a joke? Child, it is not a very good one." The amusement had faded from her face, from her eyes, and turned to cold steel. "I am Qanik of Tortuga. What do you want?"