Fierceteeth has black scales, a disgruntled and bedraggled look, and is about half the size of Strongwings. She is thin and bony, very malnourished from the time in the volcanic island. In the old NightWing Kingdom, it’s pouring down rain, sitting in her hut, Fierceteeth looks out, scattered around the room is half eaten carcasses from Strongwings. She looks out in the rain mumbling slightly Fierceteeth: Maybe if I just write to Starflight about life here… maybe he’ll stop sending that pathetic Fatespeaker here for reports… ugh idiot brother… She looks down at the carcasses on the ground Fierceteeth: Stupid habits Strongwing…