Dragoncrest Cliffs I was lightning before the thunder

There may have been a resemblance, yet the instant her elder son alerted her to Anatha's presence, Wildfire's expression clouded. "Get behind me," she ordered her offspring, stepping forward, eyes fixed on the young Goufa. She looked a little afraid but the Bandrona felt no sympathy for her. She braced her slender red legs, chestnut gaze boring into the young girl.

She had mixed feelings about this situation. On one hand, this was a pack mate and she wanted her children to assimilate. On the other, she felt extremely protective, especially around those wolves she didn't know well. And she didn't know the first thing about Anatha, save for her name and the fact that she was a pup hypothetically competing with her own for Drageda's resources.

After a few beats of tense silence, Wildfire said, "It's Anatha, right? Can I help you?" Her voice was a little brusque, the words friendly but the tone a little chillier.