The Sunspire sometimes the silence breaks your mind

This one had nerve, she decided. Another Malice, and she could not have that. Instead, she took the high road that went against everything she stood for. Had the female crept closer to her neck of the woods, her carcass would have been ripped open for the Ravens to feast upon whole her blood soaked her territory lines. But she was smart, and would win this battle another way. "Not in the slightest," She shot back, her peircing desolate optics among contact with the other. Clearly she was some of a lower rank, as her body was skinny and frail, suggesting she had only joined a pack recently which accounted for her lack of understanding that one did not simply  prance up to a wolf bearing the dark mark. Nemesis had a whole pack behind her, fitted with their cult of assassins and spies of the like. And what did this one have? A skimpy little band of nitwits, please. Clearly she thought herself some higher order, just as Malice had before she put her in her place. All these newcomers who were just so blind and utterly stupid, she might as well rid the world of her existence while she could. 

A daring smirked played on her lips, snorting in laughter at the females display. "Oh, you can't be serious!"
She guffawed, eyeing the female in malevolent amusement. But the female was apparently, quite serious herself. This would be fun. "Run along girl, you have no business picking a fight with me," Her tone grew placid, a deathly serious look in her eye. This was no claimed land and she would end the girl with no thought, and no one to care. She reserved fights with worthy apponents, a hiarcy based on skill and class with neither did the girl have. She had standards, after all.