Moonstone Quarry All the world will be your enemy

Pallas kept her stance, her fur starting to puff out in the manner of some offended owl. Even her soft hazel eyes seemed to develop a flint-like hardness as the silver agouti continued to challenge her. She would not bugger off -- not when she had been there first: her lower lip curled back in a sneer that announced she had no intention of obeying the other's command. "Want to put a hole in that belly?" She asked darkly, her tail still fixed upright. She did not advance yet, for the other woman had taken a step backwards. That to Pallas was a small victory, albeit a pathetic one. "I was here first. Take your anger out on someone else." With that Pallas bullishly stood her ground, for that was exactly the type of obstinate and insufferable fool that she was.