[Lora's blood is racing and she loves it. She left that pathetic legacy up by their precious tree. He'll either bleed out or turn and she's not sure which would be better. Death, probably, since demigods and their like are nothing but a stain on the world that need to be wiped out. He's too soft to be turned anyway.
She's not sure how she wound up in their arena--someone had let off a stink bomb and distracted her. This was the path of least stench so she followed it, growling lowly]
WEREWOLF HERE COME AND GET HER
She's not sure how she wound up in their arena--someone had let off a stink bomb and distracted her. This was the path of least stench so she followed it, growling lowly]