Bitterroot Valley A Mix of Lives comes with Curses and Blessings

When she has him down, his struggling ceases and accepts defeat into the snow. The pressure she puts against his neck won't too much but she can't stop herself. The message has already gotten across and she's reminded of her home. Wolves readily put their lives down beneath her feet. These lands aren't much different, she just has to show them. Drageda isn't a force to be fucked with.

A heavy breath rumbles a low sound, a weak vibration of her chest as he gives in to her demand.

"The next Phoenix to cross this river dies," she says in a steeled voice, narrowing her eyes with a final shove of his throat to leave him in place. Heda remains above him, not yet ready to release him. Reek's responsibility failed his following and she can't help but wonder whom else has traipsed through without her knowing, without their warning. Searching his face, she doesn't expect he'd follow in his leader's footsteps and fail to deliver the message. Reek had his chance and if it hadn't been his advice not to approach the territory, she'd consider taking the message directly him.

If she can avoid a conflict with a messenger, she'd prefer, but not short of making sure the Phoenix leaders know she is serious.

Before she takes a step back, she lashes her head out to engulf one foot still lingering in the air above him. Her bite is quick, forceful, but she holds back when she tastes blood. Bones don't snap between her teeth but the skin and muscle breaks easily with what pressure she does apply. When satisfied she's signed her note well enough, she lets go and takes only one step away, still half hovering over the wolf.  

"Go."