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Through her blurred vision, she could only faintly see the anger contortion of the other's face. Coud not see the fire blazing in the foreign woman's eyes. Could not anticipate the aggressive headbutt that met her torso, sending the white lady rolling in the grass with a nearly silent yelp. The cold, hard ground met her on all sides for a brief moment, and her distant mind spun as the world turned. When she found herself up right again, now lying on her belly instead of foolishly exposing it to the heavens, she was terribly disoriented. The aggresion had not been seen or heard, but it had definitely been felt, causing her pink gaze to flash with animal instinct as she gracefully rose to her paws, her sense of balance having finally returned. Her ears were pinned back as she looked at the other, apprehension and confusion evident in her body language.

It was not normal for her to rethink her decisions or question what happened in life, but in instances like these, she had no choice but to wonder what she'd done wrong, or what could possibly be wrong with the other wolf. It's not a game, Sister Moon whispered in her ear, causing the silvery moonbeams to appear as more of an eerie warning than light meant to dance in. 

Nimue's nose searched the wind, trying to find any scents that would give her answers. The foreign woman didn't smell of other wolves, at least not freshly, and none seemed to be nearby, so the strange concept of "tresspassing" that many got upset over could not be the issue. Did this wolf just want her to leave...?

"What have I done to anger you, sister?" She whispered, hoping the stranger would explain herself.
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