Kintla Flatlands The World I Used to Know

Excited screaming distracted her, the voices loud in the silence of the area. Everything had been quiet since the storm. Until now. She pushed away from the tree, settling on all four paws, her gold eyes searching for the source of the incessant screeching about something or other. Who the fuck is... Ah. There. Her gaze found the two, shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip, baring teeth at her. 

What the actual fuck? 

But wait a moment; she smelled blood and it wasn't wolf blood. It was a smell that made her stomach groan and grumble. Prey. Food. She wanted it. They were babbling some shit or whatever but the Beta paid no mind to their words or their silly threats, instead taking easy and powerful strides straight for them.

"Hey. Fuckfaces." Her tone was commanding. She knew she had their attention but she wanted more from them. "Shut up for a fucking second. I'm not a fucking vulture." She didn't want their shit, she wanted their source. Her eyes were suddenly nailed to the male, sure that it was his heavenly screeching she'd heard earlier. "Lead me to the herd you snagged that from or I'll put you both in an early grave before you even get the first bite of that." Simple, sweet, and to the point in a deadly manner. 

That was just how she rolled.