Emberwood We can live in a world that we design.

Foolishly, she didn't expect the weeping wolfess to react so violently. Durnehviir gasped, rearing back on her hind limbs and veering aside as the stranger scrambled out of her hollow and toward her with clacking teeth, making to get herself sqiftly out of harm's way as well as her swollen belly would allow. She pulled her lips back and kept her vision pinned to the mottled form of the volatile she-wolf, revealing her own fangs in a snarled warning.

A half-assed apology came, but Durnehviir maintained her bristled appearance. She had wrongly assumed that her approach would've been deteced, considering she wasn't exactly light on her feet. Her hackles stood on end and her over-sized ginger ears were thrust back as she considered spitting a warning that her pack would tear her to shreds if she tried that shit again. Deciding to keep that information to herself for the time being, she remained silent until the loner grumbled an excuse for her actions.

She twitched a whisker, and huffed a breath. "If you wanted me to leave," she said coolly and rolled a shoulder, "all you had to do was ask."