Scarlet Rain

Cyra looked around the Open Field. It was too quiet. She heard of a life-and-death battle between some of the spirits,and wanted no part of it. She heard a howl,and Arwen was standing on a rock,glaring. "With the wolves,are we?" she snarled as she leapt at the coyote

Arrow growled. "Heh. Chose the dogs have you?"

Arwen growled at Arrow. "I'd rather fight for the dogs than the wolves. Besides,dogs will win this war." Cyra took advantage of the distraction and lunged at Arwen,who must have seen it coming. She dodged and snarled at the coyote. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Arrow padded closer. "You actually think that weakling dogs will win? Over the obviously stronger wolves? You could have an advantage, being part wolf yourself, but you use that power for the wrong reason." Arrow, being a hybrid himself, hated his dog heritage, never trusted because of it, always called 'weaker' because of it. He snarled at this... 'dog-sided half-wolf' angrily.

Arwen narrowed her eyes at Arrow and lunged at him. "Never,and I mean NEVER insult the dogs!" she snarled.