"As long as she calls me pup, one day she'll wake up covered in blood. Her blood." Amanda threatened, muscles tensed, fur bristling, and fangs bared. "Yes we can, toothpick." Amanda easily dug her unusually sharp claws instead of paws into the tree and easily hauled herself up.
((Actually, this is the 5000th post. Your was the 4999th X,D))






