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

Blood rushed into Maude's mouth. The larger woman pulled away, leaving Maude's muzzle dripping with blood. The Beta cackled triumphantly, her golden gaze burning as she glared at Ondine's prostrate form. She looked towards Kjalarr, her tail wagging in the breeze, seeking his approval. She defended herself as a Beta for once! Shouldn't he be proud or something?

Oh lordie, ye mewling little wench. Ain't ye ever been in a fight before? Maude's good mood quickly shifted as she scowled at Ondine, her eyes rolling as she sighed with exasperation. I didn't maim ye. 'Tis a love bite, is all, She smirked darkly, lapping the drops of blood from her teeth. I could do worse, She promised, her voice a low growl.

The Beta looked towards her Alpha, head canted curiously. Wot'd ye t'ink, Kja? He had been the reason behind this, but he hadn't seemed to realize that as of yet. Regardless, he was the neutral party in their fight. Ondine's wound would heal. And the woman had smelled of plants and herbs. Surely she could heal it herself.