Mae was totally letting out a war bellow in her head. She just wanted everyone to know that.

She was full of fluff and squeakers, and her hands were too soft and fluffy to effectively hold anything even a little bit heavy or sharp (or, you know, literally anything else), but she was full of fluff. And spite. And therefore basically immune to anything that didn't involve ripping, so she was here. Flopping enthusiastically to war!