Hoshor Plains Even When Your Asleep

The spry thing turned and lunged at Pallas, perhaps finally reaching the conclusion of its patience. Pallas thought the attack unprovoked, but any outside eye would have found Lumar blameless in her act of self-defense. Pallas sprung back in surprise, a crippling snarl wrinkling her blemished muzzle. She did not pursue the thing, though her tail lashed in agitation above her lips like a cat's. "Try that again." The pale hunter suggested, her tone dark and full of promise.