Blackfeather Woods Chamber of Secrets

Unlike her normal state, today she was feeling quite passive aggressive. To the rest of the world, a break from her havok was exactly what it needed. It was only a miracle that her emotions were in such a state in contrast to Damien's explosive behaviour. Two very, rage driven wolves never sprouted anything good.

The matter of the den seemed preposterous to her. Damien had birth rights to any place in Blackfeather to sleep in but he had to have the one the foxes had. It looked like he wasn't the only 'Princess of Blackfeather'. 

Letting out an elongated sigh, she watched as the two danced in a snapping threat, each side was forcing their claim and she had to be the referee. 

"You realize you can just find another one, frankly a better one than this mess" She voiced, the faintest hint of judgement in her tone. Hadn't the boy Xan picked a fight with a fox not a while ago, and now there was this one. She had it in her right mind to simply rid the vulpine ambush from Blackfeather, permanently.

 A sharp hiss from the den made her eyes narrow at the creature's attitude. This would not do. Thier species was a menace enough, but the ones with lip got her going. Letting out a low rumble of growl herself, her ears slightly flattened towards her head. Oh no you don't, she muttered in anger towards the fox whose nose was just barely peeking out from the den itself.