Hoshor Plains Even When Your Asleep

Pallas had no intention of leaving, and it was writ clear across her face. The heightened posture of the coyote was reciprocated by her own outlandishly furnished tail: she lifted her chin and her blackened gums collapsed upwards in a fine display of what every one of her hooked teeth looked like. There would be no retreat from Pallas: she remained stock still save for the rising flare of her hackles. Her defensive posture seemed to suggest Lumar was welcome to attack, but she was not going to obey the commands of what she believed was an inferior species. She laughed: does the worm tell the bird to back off? Or the sparrow the hawk? In what world did a coyote bid rule over the wolves? She remained, her expression unafraid.