The Heartwood it's not even my kid!

Well, shit. That wasn't the reaction she'd been expecting. 
 
The last time she'd yelled at someone, they'd ran off - then again, she'd also snapped her jaws at Keoni. 

So now, that seemed like a good response. While it hadn't been with her sister, if most definatley was now. 

Emma got in Witch's face and growled, even laughing - Witch's own tail curled over her back, spiky pelt fluffing up even more so.

                     "No."

This time, her denial was softer, but no more confident as she corrected her captor - this would not happen. Before the murderer lashed out again, the little flower snapped her jaws as hard as she could on the older females nose. Unlike with Keoni, Witchhazel aimed to hurt, to draw blood.... To create a distraction so she could run, or even better to drive away the danger.