trigger snorted, turning around and heading to her rusty old blue pick-up. she jumped onto the hood and sat down. she looked as the sun began moving before jumping into the truck through a door window. she laid down inside, on the perfectly good seat, and laid her head on her paws. her name being called made her jump out of the window and snarl, “what the hell did I say about not fighting in my pack!” she growled, looking at her pack.
trigger snorted, jumping on katana and pinning her down by her shoulder, “stay away from my pack.” she snarled, digging her claws into katana's shoulder.