Kintla Flatlands The poison in your cup

The obsidian dame looked up from her meal, eye's blurring momentarily before focusing on the wolf in front of her. Immediately, she gave out a warning snarl. She didn't know who this female was, or what she wanted, but Nemesis didn't care. Already, these outside wolves had tried to take her kill and she would not do it again. Though, something about the girl seemed foreign, a different scent about her. It didn't settle right with her, like the female was up to know good sneaking around here. She kept her hardened gaze on the girl, no emotion to be found. Her head had dipped, ears flattened against her head in a teeth baring snarl. "What do you want?" She snapped, having no consideration for formalities. Though, she kept in mind, the danger of the situation. There was no telling what kind of wolf this was and the tricks she harboured, so she didn't underestimate. 

Buried deep inside her heart was a tug, urging her to back down and scamper, that this would turn very bad very soon. But she was not one to run, she valued her image and to think that another would see her in a moment of weakness was nearly unbearable. Right now, she had no weaknesses and was ready to fight if needed.