Golden Glade The line has been drawn

Want me to throw up a dice roll and tag you? To determine if my move hit and onwards from there?

The force of the femme was enough to barrel Feyre over, causing her to snarl with anger. It was as if the fae had not even tried to stop herself from slamming into Feyre. With a grunt, she lifted herself to her paws, shaking out her ivory pelt. The stranger spoke with foreign tounge, and potrayed varying levels of subordinance and dominance. Her movements cofused Feyre, as she was not used to these borderline shenanigans.

With a snarl, she spoke with deadly calm, "Here's the universal sign of get the hell out loner." With those words, she bared her teeth. This exposed her canines all the way back to her powerful molars. As the woman bent her head, Feyre snapped her teeth in warning just before she lunged forwards. It was an attempt to bite the fae's shoulder that she hoped she was quick enough to land.