The Bracken Woods devour your kings

He doesn’t try to pick himself up even if his tone changes, even if he dares—for only a second—to look her in the eyes. If she could puff herself out even more, she would, but she steels herself into the spot as he tries to light the situation. Her eyes move to the side of his neck, watching the fur there move with each word, before she draws her attention back to the stranger.

“Hardly,” she sneers, pushing a few inches closer and holding her glare. She backs up a few steps, putting space between them and easing off the male. “Do not follow me.” Thurinwethil waits a few seconds to let her demand sink in before she pivots a step back and turns to leave. 

Sorry for the short reply. <3