Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

Heda? Who the fuck was that? Isley's pelt bristled and her neck lowered instinctively, already reading nothing but bad intentions from the massive male. Nothing of this felt right or felt good, after all, and Isley was already certain that nothing god would come of this. "You will take me nowhere." She hissed. "Getting a drink is not a crime, these are no one's lands." The Kali pointed out. 

She took a couple steps back, away from the male, trying to ease her own tensions some by putting some space between them. She had liked it much better when there was land between them, when she would have gotten away more easily.