Ravensblood Forest the cask of amontillano

Proud and only slightly panting did she look at him halt - it seemed she had taken him out of something. It did not make her feel bad; this was her home, and she demanded to know what went on. Arturo always protected the pack, and he did a fair job, but he barely let anything slip for her to handle. She needed to prove herself - now that she was older even more so. Mad did the stranger turn, but the little warrior didn't flinch. Chin held high, tail stiff and pointing up, she watched him snap at her. She does not allow a word to slip from her own maw, instead she waited on what would happen with a hard expression.

He seemed to realize the error of his ways, but he called her "little" in the process. Chusi found herself quite a big-shot now that she was finally grown. Just as she was about to comment did the stranger turn already - leaving her frozen for a moment. I wsn't dune with ya. She said, loud and clear. Her paws started moving, following the cloaked man with little fear. 'n I'm not "lil'". She commented bitterly.

Chusi - Chusi Fearghal - I d'mand 'n expluhnation as to why ya're 'ere.