Golden Glade it would be well for you to return to your own country

"You're not supposed to be so close."
she said as she observed the male. She had drifted in from nearby when she had heard his call, where she had been attempting to hunt a rabbit. Needless to say, it had not gone well, as was made obvious by the presence, or rather lack of, of a dead rabbit by her heels. This male had very interesting eyes, and she spent a few moments gazing directly at them, a few more than she should have, and thus creating what may have been perceived as a threat. 

The nymph was still as she observed him, stance not at all aggressive, but her tail lashed once or twice in annoyance. Charley had told her to be cold toward trespassers, outsiders, and while this one was not trespassing, he was a stranger and an outsider, and when she remembered this, she flashed her fangs and growled weakly, a pathetic attempt at aggression. She had never had need to be such, and this was her first time dealing with one at their borders.