you've got em wrapped around your finger

Emerald gaze narrowed sharpely as lips pulled back in a snarl. Ebony nostrils flared as D?gmar scented the air one last time to make sure she wasn't mistaken. An intruder. A new pack and still the same riff raff. She would enjoying rendering the fool asunder and scattering his bones or a body part or two across the border as a warning to others who felt so bold as to trespass upon Yfir. The wraith moved in an even jog, like a hunter seeking her prey. She would come upon a strange three-legged male and her Drottning, Katja. D?gmar frowned. Only three legs? Well that was disappointing? and what the fuck was he wearing? Ewwww?.


D?gmar looked to Katja. "Drottning? want me to chew his nose off?" She licked her lips waiting for any order to dispatch this f?fl from their homeland. How funny would he look without a nose? She wanted to find out.


"Speech"