Dawnlark Plains Hinterlands

Flora's eyes narrowed as the male looked at her strangely. Yes, she knew she was so frigging different, but that did not mean he had the right to look at her like a piece of tainted wolf-meat. Her ears laid back and she gave a glance at Warbone, raising an eyebrow. When he rumbled, she sprung to her feet, fed up. Her back bristled and her gaze was as Icy as the climates she had been exposed to. She was silent, but gave a fatal glare and a quizzical glance at Warbone. Nobody, nobody, would be growling at Flora for a bloodline she could not control. She raised her head high, glowering down at him with fierce intensity. she as not challenging him, as she was deathly silent, and not warning him either. She was promising him, that he would not be known as anything but foe if he judged her breed. The beautifully dangerous woman then backed away far behind warbone, still glaring.