“You know it’s really funny when you decided to show up huh, Red? Just a color plucked from the sky. Right after all of this violence and who should show their face but you. After all of this betrayal and anguish. Who do I see standing across from me, but… well you! If it sounds overly familiar I don’t mean it to be, I’ve lived for so long I’ve seen so many faces that your mask is just one I have seen so many times. One would think that I would expect to see a change, but sadly that’s far from the case.

I have seen too many people like you who are so desperate to cling to life and survive that you all squirm like bugs for the nearest rock to hide under. Red isn’t the color to describe these people, it’s merely yellow. Cowardice and poison are the attributes to describe them.” She held up her claw dripping with the blood of Lutharian Locke still. “This is the blood of someone who sacrificed their body to save their spirit. Let go of earthly desires for the greater good. They understood how the natural order of things worked and thus their blood drips red with the spirit of a warrior.” 

“You wormed your way in during a time of strife, a time of chaos. So you could place your flag in. Like many leaders taking advantage of times of great chaos. That is the method of a coward, finding the upturned, the weakened, and the confused, and convincing them that what they are doing is for their own best interest. Convincing them to lay their bodies on the line for you while your own body isn’t put to the tasks and horrors that could bend you beyond your expectations” 

“And for so long people have been warning me about the dangers that others could be to me. And at Red Snow I was puppeted to believe that I was helping someone where instead I was just another toy in their sick twisted game. That it’s time that someone actually learn what it means to have a wolf chase them down. To be scared and put their survival at stake.”

She points her claw into the lens. Intent stare glaring down the lens. 

“Because Red, you’re not going to get into my head. You’re in my sights and no amount of talking will save your yellow soul from being dragged off the hunting grounds. For my claws are faster than your verbal hooks”