King Elk Forest the pariah

Skellige's stance shifted fluidly into one of a wolf ready for a conflict, and Saena's grip tightened on the ground. She could put up a good fight but he was heavy with muscle, and she laden with the fat of motherhood. The plague would soon trim it away and leave only hard, chiseled muscle and bone, but for now her teats sagged with milk and her figure was still plush from giving birth. Even as she stared him down, summoning all the courage and brazen nerve she had as an Alpha and as Saena Redleaf, she knew she could not match him blow for blow. She could deal him a number of injuries and scars, surely, but she would fall to him if they challenged one another.

She slipped back a step, but maintained her hard stare and posture. "Move along," she repeated, or you'll see who's the cur. There was still her pack, she could call upon them. She'd be dead by the time they arrived... but perhaps they would put Skellige down as well. A thought to keep in the back of her mind, she thought, but only if required. She'd tasted enough of war and battle for a lifetime and standing down even marginally was better than picking a fight she could not leave alive. Anyway, Saena wholly expected him to go on about his business and leave her and hers alone in exchange for being left alone.