She was never one to be bothered by pain. Sure, she did not enjoy it, but she did not flee immediately from it. Pain let her know what was happening to her body. There was always a point to retreat to remain alive, but Viora was the kind to push the limit.

Her own jaws get to snap down upon her brother. It was a satisfying feeling, like tension was being released from her ever-clenching jaws. She wanted him to feel the pain, her very anger directed at him for his inaction.She is not bothered when his own jaws grasp her. His words only make her hairs prickle more. She feels his fur in her mouth as she grips, hoping to taste blood before spitting him out of her mouth.

"You didn't protect mother with those teeth, you didn't protect me. Together, we could have taken that black bitch. Just admit that you were wrong!" She snaps, red hot anger mingling in the blue eyes the reflect exactly as her mothers. She can feel the pain of his bite and it only drives her more. It only brings her more strength and resolve. She is driven by the high of pain and fighting, and Tristian is only fuel to her never-ending fire.

She twists her muzzle, attempting to get a bite in on his cheek. It would not be the worst of bites, perhaps she would not even puncture skin. Tristian probably couldn't handle it, but he had to admit he was wrong. She would never forgive him, and even still, he would have to prove himself to her as she snarled once more at him.