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The two bantered, and with each syllable expressed Szechuan became more impatient. She didn't care what it was that they fought over - she just wanted to consume. To eat, heal, and survive. If that meant tearing apart a canine, then so be it; had it been Twister's dead body, Szechuan would have consume it as well. It didn't matter one bit to the weary girl.

The wolf continued to put up a fight - at least verbally - and as Twister gave in to her bickering with further bickering of their own, Szech snapped. She barked a deep sound from her chest and advanced upon the dead animal, casting a glower at the pale wolf with the strange dog-like markings; and with each step, a heavy growl rose in strength within her. Move, now. She was saying. Move now or you'll be dinner too.