Wheeling Gull Isle highwayside

"The three legged boy"

"Orochi"

The fur along her spine rose already started to rise as she breathed deeply drawing the faint scent of the boy in till she couldn't hold anymore in her lungs and holding it as she stared down with unhidden vehemance at the wounded adolescent who boldly studied her over uttering something that would be a mistake. "Not enough" she growled as she heard Orochi say he'd been kidnapped, the memory playing in repeat until she snapped. Whether or not this girl was the one to remove Orochi's leg or not Minori would punish her for whatever she had done, blacking out she saw a chance to release herself of some of her own guilt toward the young dragon's unfortunate life and lunged at the captive jumping upon her, fangs tearing through flesh somewhere around the frontal half. Minori was not focusing her rage this time, she was the embodiment of the emotion saliva already pooling in her mouth with the intent to spread this girl's blood across the sand.

For Orochi.