Kintla Flatlands When Signs have no Arrows

Morgana growled at the dark female, watching her slide a sharp claw down the pale female's body. Back off! This one is mine!! She snarled, desperate to toy with the pale one. The fright on the weak female's face was all too enjoyable. Morgana was doing a good thing, ridding this world of this weak thing. She put more pressure on the pale she-wolf. She wouldn't let this one go. Not to the dark female, only hers.
She wanted blood spilt
She wanted suffering
She wanted a fight
She let go for the pale female, to launch herself at the dark female, knowing she wanted the pale she-wolf too.
And only one could have her.