Black Morass Ill Show You A Warrior

Her eyes, cold steel, found the woman quickly. A dull anger burned in her, mostly at herself. Though Malice and Burke seemed not to blame her, she did herself for the injury of Vassago. He was, she realized now, like her own son, so was her protectiveness for him. And now, the perfect way to work off at least some of her anger. She longed for a fight like she had with the woman of midnight, a dance without words and with merely tooth and fang. 

She approached the woman dominantly, tail and ears raised and perked. Her eyes were twin moons, cold and distant. She approached this girl as she had the one by the mountain, all those weeks ago. Suddenly, she found herself wondering if they were still there. She approached the female wordlessly until she stood a mere meter from her. "What seek you here, girl?" she said evenly, a touch of biyterness tainting her words.