Dragoncrest Cliffs My heart in its winter chill

He does not move but her teeth come close to his nose. It comes to her surprise that he does not take the hint, instead saying something only to further irritate her. She does not have the energy to deal with the useless wolves of Drageda and she growls again, flashing her teeth once more. “Get out of my face, branwoda,” she warns only once more, slowly turning into his direction, one paw lifts and hovers inches above the ground while the rest of her bristles as the final threat before she decides to lock teeth around his throat.