Quote: Harli sat down, her eyes slowly losing their glow of hatred. No, no, NO! Don't feel sorry for this mutt!! NO! All he's ever done is humiliate you, and horde his lovely territory that you've wanted so badly!! DON'T. FEEL. SORRY. FOR. HIIM! The tiny voice in her head screamed. It's voice rose high and clear, screaming through out her brain. Closing her eyes, as if in pain, she fought her emotions. The seconds slipped by. Slowly, slowly. She might lose her chance of delivering the fatal bite... but still, she battled the voices inside.
Jargo stopped his merciless mauling and looked at Harli. "What do you think, Harli? Should we-" he slammed Endigo's head into the ground-"finish him off here, or dump him in the Loner Lands to die a humiliating death in front of the loners? I personally like the Loner death idea..."