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The trees trembled with the touch of the wind, but Salamander was oblivious to any hints that lingered there. It was a mild day, but she thought she could smell the steely taste of rain; it was overshadowed momentarily by a plethora of other aromas, and soon enough the weather was forgotten. It was a boring subject, and wouldn't be directly affecting the woman for another few days. Immediate things were all that concerned her. She paced among the trees, unaware that she was being watched until - with a presumptuous rumbling - a dark creature emerged from the foreign forest.

Salamander's instant rebuke was primarily physical in nature, a direct response to the stranger's posturing. Her fur spiked, ears shot forwards, and she turned to face the oncoming shadow with a sneer curling her lips. But there was no sound coming from her - not yet. No warning, nothing to dissuade the stranger from coming nearer to assert herself, but a stern glare leveled directly in to her eyes. Come at me bro.