Verdant Basin as ye sow, so shall ye reep

Feint. It was a nice name, Queenie would give her that. Not the way that you're going, no, she said, feeling as though the stranger was too hostile to remain so close to home, You're awfully close to my borders. They were a fair enough distance to where the threat of an actual attack or trespassing was minimal, but one could never be too careful. 

For now, she remained defensive with her tail curled and swaying over her back. There was a clear shift between them, one that could be easily moved either for better or worse, but Queenie didn't mind either way. If anything, she was hoping things turned bloody.