you just can't hide

An angry voice echoed from the battlefield, calling just to her. The voice was familiar. And the tone was unsurprising. Someone was calling for her head. Lips curled in a wicked grin as she rose from her den. Sweet Natalya wanted to end her life. A low chuckle rolled off her tongue, eyes glinting dangerously. The bitch had rolled over without a fight the last time she had seen her, and now she was calling for her life? It was almost amusing. The Queen would not rush, she would move lazily towards the battlefield, anticipation settling in her gut. Paws pressed into the ground with each step, muscles rolling fluidly beneath her pelt. Perfect timing. Her ribs had healed, her ankle was fine, and the wound across her chest was a fresh scar. Too bad her husband wouldn't be here to watch her beat an insolent fool to the ground.

By the time she arrived, it was still only Natalya, looking rather angry. A sneer toyed with dark lips, coral eyes bright with a sick excitement. Nostrils quivered, inhaling the scent of stale blood and rotting corpses. But also something else. Sickness. Children. A brow would lift as her gaze swept over the weakened Queen. She was ill. It was a shame really, there would be almost no fight. "Oh Natalya, do you really think you can kill me in such a state?" Honey coated words mocked the ebony woman as the silver Queen sought to stop just a few feet in front of her. Her crown was lifted high, tail curling over her hips. Muscles quivered with anticipation, saliva pooled in her mouth, she needed this.