The Heartwood busted teeth

Brave boy, she thought as she pressed her lips together. Her hackles flared to full attention as he retorted with a growl of his own. She locked eyes with him and took one stiff step forward, arching her neck and holding her head high. Her nose was pointed directly at him and she looked down the bridge like lining up iron sights on a gun. "Stand down and leave, or submit and join me." She punctuated her speech with a lash of her tongue across her inky lips and a lightnight-fast click of her teeth. The boy was worth his weight, but his attitude was far too lofty for her tastes. He didn't understand his place in the world and she would gladly teach him.