Redhawk Caldera I'll watch over you.

K.

Her reply delivered without missing a beat, Ivy cocked her head to the side and stood her ground in the face of the clearly agitated female.  It was one thing for her to engage in a spirited back and forth with boys, but she wasn't really having any of this.. attitude.  The opposite sex had a better track record with getting under her skin.  Hell if she knew why.

A familiar wolf appeared in her peripherial vision - Lagan looked a little alarmed.  The swiftness of his pace suggested he'd overheard their conversation.  Ah, well.  Lagan, she greeted, her tone still impassive.  Even though the look on her smoky face remained unimpressed, she regarded him with a nod after he'd suggested taking a deep breath.  Attention back on the younger female, Ivy shrugged and continued on anyway as though he hadn't said a thing.  And when you approached me, clearly knowing I couldn't understand you, were you speaking of sunshine and rainbows? she asked.  Seems to me like you're a bitch.  Insert analogy about similarly-colored cookware here.