Kintla Flatlands But what happens when the raven's wings break, mother?

Finally! Friendsss!

   Due to the soft sounds of pawsteps behind her, in whipped around, her silver eyes furiously flashing. If this woman wanted to pick a fight, she would be in for a tough one. An injured wolf was more dangerous than any in Ink's eyes. They were feral, creatures of instinct, willing to kill another for their life. The gash above her flank led her to feel like she needed to be extremely careful. She looked at the female with narrowed eyes, hoping that the it was smart enough not to start a fight. 

She stood from her spot, putting less weight on her injured side, but disguising it wonderfully. Her long black ears flicked and she twitched her nose. This wolf smelled of many, probably from a pack. Ink raised her neck, letting her spine reach its full length and flicked her ears backwards for a slight moment. She lowered her head into the grasses and shook her pelt out. Hopefully this woman could take a hint and understand that if she challenged Ink, it would not be good for either of them.