It's time to strap our boots on

Conquest

This is a perfect day to die

Tori was in a fitful rage… she had been along the river hunting, honing in on her stalking skills and the rabbit had the audacity, and far worse the cleverness, to slip away from her as she tried to secure her skill. She was normally a skilled hunted, the best hunter, but the snow and the way it crunched under her feet gave her away which only served to infuriate her further, having caused her to be temporarily blinded with rage as she stomped back to the pack den where she knew her mother was resting from her injuries.

She barged in with little care and a huff as she plopped down beside her and the words came tumbling out of her mouth. “Bunnies are so fucking stupid!” There was an irritation in her voice as she was looking for some of the dulcet comfort they all seemed to get from their parents. In her fairness? She didn’t know what a curse word was… or that she was using one… she simply was repeating language that she had heard already. Also in fairness? If she knew it was bad, she’d just use it more.