The Bracken Woods death is on the wind

He slammed into the ground before her, and the woman did not flinch, instead regarding him cooly as he postured. She knew the bluster of others, and especially of males, used to the way they parade their strength and put on display their prowess. This one was no different, except for the fact that he did not need his bluster to compensate for what he was missing, rather, he ranked (physically, at least) along with the likes of Vengeance and Nemesis. She hummed a small note as he claimed it to be none of her business what he sought, beginning to move around her with movements she tracked carefully with detatched gaze. 

For a moment after his proclamation, she was silent, watching him still. The words came a beat later, smooth as honey and yet detached and matter-of-fact. "there have been many like you. Nemesis; the Dark Lady, Vengeance, Slade, and others beside."  Her muzzle canted smoothly, breaking the stillness of her stance. "there have been many sides; what makes yours the one to stand behind?"  Her gaze watched him cooly, but with a flicker of greater interest, wondering if her question would have him snap; as she expected one of weaker will too, or have him provide a satisfactory answer.