Greatwater Lake she asked for war and they did not comply

She glowered. The female was persistent, however stupid it was. Rebekka was full aware of this, feeling eyes on her as she paced steadily forward. She had caught the rabbit, fair and square. She was entitled to all it had to supply her, but these times called for desperation. What a world this was, driving neighbours apart. Nevertheless, she would survive andthe would not include giving up her supper. In a step, she pivoted to face the bigger female, charge ready in her legs. She presented the whole deal, hackles raimed and ears pressed flat against her skull. She was a waririor, bred for that exact purpose. She would not simply give up her meal to the playground bully, no matter how desperate they were. Rebekka did not speak the common tounge these Tremont wolves did, but she knew enought to give a warning.

"Back off," 

She snarl rippled through her throat, reaching her maw. She was not for show, her threat was real. She was feral, unwilling to compromise, nor back down to the pale stranger. Rebekka did not back down to anyone, not strongerror or older.