Silvertip Mountain with my hand upon the bible

is there going to be a post order? maybe it's easier to work with rounds considering the amount of people in this thread. :)

Roadkill wasn't one much for group effort. She'd travelled quite a ways to get here in the past few days, and her paws were weary. Really, all Roadkill wanted was to settle down in front of a fireplace and fall asleep as it popped and crackled, reminding her of the arena. Well, that wasn't gonna happen, so she may as bloody well try to survive in this damned place in some other way. So when the howl came, she decided to follow.

She didn't recognise the other dogs when she came upon them, didn't know if they'd been in the same place in the lab or what. But she knew that the wolves she'd met so far hadn't been much of a joy, so she may as well pick the dog side in all of that. If she had a choice, Roadkill wouldn't have picked sides at all, but she needed a place to rest in safety and some food. Seemed survival was a better choice 'n being stubborn, in the light of her situation here.

By the time she got there, Roadkill saw a good amount of dogs and wolves both. She wasn't as big as the rest of the lot, but she was beefy and not only was she bred to hunt, she was trained to kill. Roadkill licked her scarred lips and shook her head, her single floppy ear making a flapping sound as she did, before looking upon the wolves.