Lake Rodney In the hall of the mountain king

She growled as he protected his throat with his head, causing her to bite on his own snout. Though it wasn't his throat, she felt more satisfied with her attack. She moved away from him, wanting no more of the little bastard.

 He growled a threat to her, one that made since. "Can't fight your own battles tough guy?", she mocked with a sneer, backing away. "If I ever see one of your Redhawk mutts on our lands again, I'll bring their head to your doorstep." She turned around, jogging away. She turned her head over her shoulder. "One by one, you old bastard.... one by one." With that said, she went on to running, head high and tail up with confidence. She did not want war, but if push came to shove, then so be it.

-Lusa exits