Ankyra Sound Let mercy come and wash away what I've done

She wasn't as eloquent as this woman, nor as reserved. Her shit-eating grin killed whatever smugness Maude reserved for herself at the woman. The wench snarled, the noise low at first, then increasing with volume as she turned to Kjalarr. She wasn't the best Beta, sure, but her position called for respect from all of her members. And if she couldn't get that, she would have to force it.

She saw how tense the woman got under her pleasant smile, knowing that she was ready for a battle. Good. Let her be. She stopped her snarling, her eyes two blazing embers in her matted form. She stayed silent and glared, then surged forward, her fangs aiming for Ondine's neck, intent on pushing her down into the sand.