[Fenrir]

-she stared at the one who winced at her smell and she walked toward him, she was starting to envy mortals but she was trying to keep her mortal-loathing image so she decided she should reinforce it.-

"You, isn't a little disrespectful to wrinkle your nose at your superior"

The woman in front of them was the general of their army.

"I may smell like blood but I will have you know that I shed that blood for this army,trying to keep our supplies in tact. Be granted I lost but that was to an unexpected disadvantage and I still escaped with my life to try again later"