Wild Berry Meadow Despite

She paused a moment, and stood to full height, as if she'd never been hiding in the first place.  They like.. worship dead things. Probably try to bring people back to the dead.  Maybe dead gods, she hissed.  How foolish they were!  They'll curse your pack and try to poison you if you get too close. A pause, then she continued, quite matter-of-factly, They're quite easy to spot when they're allowed to be so blatant about it.  As far as she was concerned, these pack wolves were responsible for whatever ills the dark forest's wolves brought onto the land -- whatever perils, whatever plagues.  They had done nothing to prevent it.

Her fear had pretty well left her, given that all that it was obvious these idiots weren't a threat except by numbers.  They probably had issues telling the difference between a moose and a deer if they were that oblivious.  Again she ignored the next question, and judging by the frown that graced her features, she wasn't planning on answering such a spineless demand.  This was no-wolf's land.  She would answer to none if they were impolite about it.  Fear had blown away on a winter wind.  All that was left was the ornery wolf.