Kintla Flatlands Action/Reaction

Nemesis's snarl only grew louder as the girl mentioned something about tracking it for hours. If had taken the pale girl so long to get the deer, she surely must be stupid, or so her reaction to Nemesis's anger said so. Anyone with a functioning brain could see her patience teetering on the line of her sanity as the girl rambled on about stuff she couldn't give a damn about. She had stolen her kill, her food, and nothing could stop her fury as her voice lowered to a deadly silent tone.

"You're either crazy or suicidal," She seethed, her intense cold eyes glaring in burning hate at the female who was undoubtedly in a situation what would leave her scarred if her words weren't cautious. "That is my deer, my food. Nobody takes what's mine without suffering the consequences," She snarled, a malevolent smile finding its way to her mouth. 
"I'll give you one chance to back away and save your skin before I do something that you won't like" She hissed, her voice stained with malicious amusement and dead seriousness. She was not to be taken lightly, no medication could fully hold back her anger once it started going. It was clear to see, she could take the female, for she was much stronger, in her opinion. A pack wolf was always stronger than a lone wolf, especially one who's job was to kill.