No Pain No Happy Birthday

"And just what the fuck is going on here?"

Mercy stood there in shock, her hackles raised as she growled at her brother. He was pretty much mounting this bitch in front of their den. Hurt flashed through her eyes as they rested on Revenge, but she bore her teeth to hide the pain. Sure, she had slept with others, but he was different. He was hers and no one else could have him. "Nice to see you fucking another bitch right in front of our den. Nice play, Revenge." It was hard to keep the pain from her voice as she trembled, but Mercy didn't like to feel hurt. She liked anger. It was so easy to call upon that emotion now as she charged forward, lowering her head and attempted to slam it into Revenge's flank, hopefully knocking him off his paws and too the ground. Rumbling and growling like a bear, she tried to stand over the pale male. She didn't even bother to glance at the woman who he was about to hump, her tail curled over her back in dominance. "Do I mean that little to you?" she roared at him, lips curled so far back that it was starting to become painful. "and in front of our den? Really, are you that tasteless, brother?" The word was spat at him, her pale fur raised to the very highest it could go. She never remembered being this mad, but at the moment she could easily tear a chunk out of Revenge and not give a single shit about it. But she waited for his words, not even caring about her heat scent that was wrapping around the whole situation.

"Speech"
'thoughts'