She cast a wrathful eye upon the stranger as she exited the thickest of the fog. Her body slid up close to her tanned figure, very close. Her hot breath spilled forth, causing the fog to curl as if to creep between her gaping teeth.
"Non, you have no authority over me, girl." Bayou chirped as her body rounded the stranger's corners; this was a clear lie, of course. A falsity. Bayou had only recently joined - and she wasn't even a year old, a fact that this fool pointed out - so she wasn't even eligible for a proper rank.
But rank meant little to the wraith.
"I do not ask for company."
It would be her final word. Teeth were bared again, this time accompanied by a squealing growl that rolled in pitch and consistency. A terrible sound, in all honesty. Perhaps it would be enough to ward the girl away. Bayou could not puff up the way other wolves could - she lacked the girth, and her fur was slick with all kinds of grime. She was a sleek beast.
A spider eager to skitter back to the forest.