Firestone Hot Springs you're the color of my blood.

lulz weeee!

Harlyn's eyes flickered briefly to glint of his claws as they scratched upon the ground.  Her lips peeled back in a snarl as she took a step back, her ears flattening.  She did not like to be mocked, especially not by an inferior species.  She had a certain respect for all of the earth mother's creatures, but none were as great and worthy as wolves, and the least of those were these devil cats.

The snarl continued to rumble in her throat as he threatened her.  She too lowered herself in preparation for whatever the beast did next.  Harlyn saw the twitch of his muscles that gave away his move, and she responded with a swift jump to the side to avoid him.  As soon as her paws hit the ground again, Harlyn was running as quickly as she could, straight into the mists of the hot springs, trusting her form to disappear into the mist and thus lose the beast in her wake.