Hideaway Strath A freak, a wh*re

ex. fucking ex.
she glared at Nyra, as if her gaze would pierce her through.
as for poisoning all the caches? no. she wouldn't even dare do that - to risk killing off the entire pack whilst the real leaders were absent. of course not. stupid little -
she moved, bright like a solar beam, diving straight for her again. Sasha yelped, skittering backwards with a snarl. she wasn't touched...by Nyra at least. the rabbit smacked into her chest with a resonating thud.

she watched her turn tail. looking to make a quick escape.
"i don't see him fawning over a bitch like you." she looked so cumbersome; clunky. Kynareth liked smaller girls, girls who couldn't pose him any real threat.
girls he could dominate -- any bury easily.
Nyra was the opposite.