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Arrogantly, Niamh lifted her head and sniffed as the stranger expressed no qualms with having frightened off all prospective meals. In fact, he not only seemed pleased with himself for doing it, but he admitted it- without sounding sarcastic, either. She grimaced lightly, while still keeping her teeth sheathed. This wasn't her pack's territory- so she couldn't exactly chase him away but still...He was close enough and he'd annoyed her- and that was enough to merit a good ass-wholloping, wasn't it?

Her eyes narrowed- but shamefacedly, her cheeks flushed at his compliment. She bared her teeth, then, and regarded him flatly. "Yeh, sure. A hungry, and now hangry wolf who wanted to catch a fish." She said. "Some catch." She said, and lowered her head. "Out of the river with you, now," She said, flicking her muzzle to the side and hoping he got the point. She would only give him one warning.