Bootleg Fireworks

"Speak"

The demoness was new in these parts. The scents, the sights, the rush. It was all to exciting for the girl. Her eyes were wide and her maw open. The fresh scents filled her nose and mouth. Her jaws tingled in excitment as she breathed in the smell of a pack. She was just so excited! The girl eyed the towering trees ass she ran by. Each pad fall was like a whole different adventure then the last one. Her very being was engulfed by a sense of ... strange. Eache movement was dramatic in every way possible. She pranced about like a little bunny. Her tail was high and her eyes were wide. A ravaged tongue flicked across her cut up muzzle. She was engulfed by the pack's scent, though she was merely on the border. The girl's mind may be broken but she was not stupid. She would wait for the right moment to call upon their leaders. She wanted entry into the pack, though she wished for it to be strong. A pack must be able to deal with this vixens shit, or it was not right for her. Canttina was a demon, she was odd, and her mind was scattered. She loved to kill and play with her prey. But, she was loyal, in a very ... strange way.

She inhaled the scent one more time as if it was a drug before her head flicked up. Her maw opened wide and a very loud howl came forth. It was a song of the demon. Her own flair stitched into the very noise. She then snapped her jaw shut, the call was sent for the leaders of this pack. Now, it was time to wait. That is what she did. The tyrant found herself at the foot of a rather, large, tree and laid down. Her head rested upon her massive paw and she nibble on her lip idly. A little hum was let forth, a tune that was horrible morbid.