Flycatcher Downs how many girls have you now

Blondine took a deep breath, allowing the pungent scent of this shockingly close and strikingly bold oversized rat to flow between her nostrils. Her hackles raised even more then, a vicious snarl erupting from her chest. It was a warning; the next time he overstepped, she wouldn't stop herself. I said that I knew your smell. I don't believe there is any insult in that. At least, there wasn't meant to have been. 

Blondine took a step back, though her eyes never left those of the wolverine. She wanted to take him out right then and there, bring his body back to the valley as a reward for all of her hard work. But, being the lady that she was, she thought that she ought to give him the benefit of the doubt and a chance to back away from the outcome he was pursuing.