Blackbeak Bluff you got yourself in a dangerous zone

With her paw outstretched, she dug at the scent to further reveal the pheromones locked within. Not wolf, but similar. Coyote perhaps? Whatever made it was long gone, though deeper still beneath the rotting trunk was signs of a livable hovel—scattered bits of teeth, bone, and tufts of shed fur. All indications that someone once called this little place home. Again, she thought of Calaphais, and wondered if the craggy she-witch was still alive somewhere out in the wilds. 

Whip's reply caused her ear to twitch and a cruel smirk to twist across her lips, "And are you just parroting that because is what I want to hear?" She asked, slowly casting her slanted head back towards him in a nonchalant movement. Even if she was to frustrate him to the point of aggression, she didn't fear him. There was no scenario where he would come out the victor. He lacked the refinement of Atshen, and the muscle. How far was he willing to bend before he broke?