Grouse Thicket Let it be. Let me be.

She had never expected to find this woman in her place. The foolish queen, the false queen. But here she was, looking rather upset, to be truthful. Her optics swiveled atop her head, eyes bright as they scanned the clearing, but there was no one else here. Had her arrogant mate finally abandoned her? Her false pack crumbled beneath her yet? If not, these things would come to pass sometime. Feeling no fear of the woman, but no anger either, the pale woman stepped forward, revealing her position and eyeing the woman neutrally, silently. She understood that her past actions had been foolish, the act of someone enraged not with the Glade, but with herself for not being fast enough to save Vassago from injury that fateful day.

Not to say she didn't dislike the stuffy, arrogant court. No, just not to the point that she would blindly attack this rather pathetic looking woman.