Two Rivers Isle Learn to make a pumpkin spice latte, you psychopath

She did not miss the way that Malice called only for Burke and Pyro, yet none the less was unsurprised when the older boy showed up all the same. She did not care for his abrasive manner, and finished with her leg moved a moment to addressing her bloodied side before turning her cool gaze to the boy.

"This, boy, is what happens when a trained warrior encounters the wolves you so long to challenge." She said dully, words lacking and challenge of crispness as they may have as she moved back to cleaning out a slash on her side, torn ear twitching as she half debated how to attend to that wound. Well, what was left of it. Her missing toes would be an ass to accomidate, yet at least it wasn't a leg. Right now, her main focus was stopping Malice from setting Arthendal upon the Brotherhood and potentially causing widespread devistation.