Emberwood when do you fold? and when do you run?

Though Hedda hated getting into fights and avoided them at all costs possible, she had an ounce of the "warrior gene" in her, which meant that, if challenged, she was not the one to submit or back down first. In her eyes the young wolf had proven himself to be very conceited and behind her sickly sweet smile and ice-cold eyes she felt annoyed by him to no end. With these kind of people, who thought that world belonged to them, in general.

"I find no beauty in a brutal death," she said after a pause. "Poison - that is a different thing. You can even go so far as to compose all the stages of death and levels of suffering you wish. Ever thought about that? Dying with grace and ellegance?"