She cannot control the boiling anger within her very being as she comes upon her brother. Her anger is like a dark wraith, seeping into her very core. She feels her jaws snap like wild knives, her mouth filled with the vile touch of her brother's fur. She snarls like wildfire, eyes narrowed as she attempts to fixate on the one who failed her.

His words are like nails on a chalk board to her. They were like screeching demons reminding her of what she had lost. Her forward assault was slowed, but not halted. The brindled girl's fur was on edge, her face touched with tiny reminders of that fateful date of mother's death.

She spits his fur out of her mouth, her form moving forward one diligent paw at a time. He may be facing her, but there was not a touch of fear or concern in her face. She was possessed by that day, like it swirls in her mind. She snorts at his words with her teeth glimmering in the sun.

Part of her knew he was right. Of course he would have died along with her. He was worthless, nothing but a sniveling pup. He would be eaten up in one bite by the black death that took their mother. It only made her growl increase, knowing that her brother turned out this way. And what of Solitaire? Would he have been a brother worthy? Was she cursed to lose all, only to be left with this thing before her?

"You are right, you would have died. You don't even know how to use those teeth of yours. Blood means nothing when you don't even know the taste of it," she says with a vicious snap towards him. Her body shoots forward again, her face daring him as darts for his shoulder. She acts quickly, attempting to follow his movements to land a bite- and if it does land, she will certainly give it quite the squeeze.