Crash curled her lips back to reveal long, white fangs. Power stirred within her muscles and flooed in her paws, and she dug her claws into the soil itself. She looked from Bailey, to Ember, then Trojan. She was there to help Trojan if needed so... But wait, why would she help two wolves who put her down and treated her awfully? Because she was Crash- and Crash helped others in need, great or small.
Suddenly, Crash's strength faltered and she was taken aback when Ember took a violent jab at her sexual orientation. She winced slightly and took a small step back, flattening her ears and lowering her head. What was it to Ember, if she was lesbian or not? She was still a loyal Blackheart wolf; she still did everything straight wolves did? Why does everybody treat me so differently? she thought in her mind, looking down at her paws.
No. This wasn;t the time for Crash to feel sorry for herself. Right now, Bailey needed her, and she was gonna be there for her whether she liked it or not. She lifted her head and took a threatening pawstep forward, yellow orbs glinted and hooding.