Golden Glade Queen of Spades

Ah, yes. Hardworking, loyal, blah, blah, blah. That was until they realized the shit they had gotten themselves into and fled. She listened with boredom as the woman spoke, eyes dull. That was, until she said the word 'sweetheart'. Then something inside the assassin snapped, as it had with the girl, then her mother, the grey male and the halfbreed. She turned her muzzle, very slowly, in the direction of the rather dull grey femme.

"You may find, girl, that I am anything but a sweetheart. Especially, you see, when I am angry." Her back legs tensed, her claws gouged the earthy skin of the ground. "And you, being a rather dull and ignorant individual, have upset me quite a bit."

And with that, she sprang...right for the other's face. Her fangs would close on whatever presented itself to her; be it muzzle, head, throat or shoulder. She wasn't too picky at the moment.