Grouse Thicket mine, windbag, mine

Her gaze narrowed a fraction as he spoke, and her hackles rose in the slightest as she stepped forward, narrowing he distance between her and the scarred male. Her mind drifted quickly to the conversation between Malice and Spring for something to use, and had to think little before she said, "As I recall, so is King Elk Wood. Yet none of our pack hunt there, nor do they tread there." She replied, tone hinting at a challenge.

"You overstep your boundaries. Leave." She instructed him crisply, vote hard as she gazed at him with a frigid gaze.