King Elk Forest just wanna make you proud

despite her attempt to ignore it, the growing discontent in her stomach was hard to ignore. her gaze slid to the woman from where it had come to rest on a circling hawk. the woman was confrontational, and anatha did not do confrontation. she did not answer the initial question, her ears flicking as she took in the latter. there was threat in the woman's gaze, and anatha wondered if she deserved it. half of her wanted to shrink into herself, but something had her gaze harden a little, stopped her spine from curving in defeat. "you would rather be disliked?", she echoed only, wondering if only the two extremes existed for the woman.