Dragoncrest Cliffs So comes snow after fire.

She was still drinking as the hard body of another connected with her hip, and she stumbled forward to keep her balance, paws splashing in the shallows. Emaleth wheeled around with teeth bared, more startled and instinctually defensive than actually angry at the stranger... at least until she was met by the furious expression of the wolf she had intercepted at the borders not so long ago. She couldn't help herself, feeling indignant of Seregryn's misplaced ire, and loosed a frustrated snarl.

It was the spark that ignited an explosive flurry of movements between the pair, flashing teeth and bitter snarls. In the end, all that was left of Seregryn was her paw prints leading away from Drageda, and Emaleth breathing heavily— angrily— as blood flowed from various wounds into the snow.