Neverwinter Forest up in smoke

The words of the other shadow were of no context to her, and neither did she intend to find out what her involvement really was in this, or the piss-soaked Redhawk. Amekaze did not find she cared to acknowledge her claim over him in this moment, whatever she thought that would mean to the Moonspear wolves besides worthless, and pulled back her lips for a wicked snarl aimed that invited the stranger to test it. She wasn't going to dawdle, or rein back any—not when she had Hydra here, and by extension, perhaps two other sets of teeth to summon to her side. The alpha could afford the aggression while feeling confident that she could get away with it.

When Hydra seemingly deflected those attentions away, she was back upon the silvery yearling now that he stood. She circled, growling only to his apology. Don't waste your breath, she thought, but there was no point; she couldn't grate the words yet. She was thinking of Galaxy again, unsure how he had done it if so, or why he was there at all. His apology meant nothing to her. He was nothing to look at, and somehow full sight of him, still meek, even failed to rile or appease like she hoped it might. "Never come near here again. We see you, you die." she warned darkly, in close, and suddenly shifted all of her momentum to move teeth-first for his neck. Her mercy was ambiguous at best, and certainly not given freely yet. She wanted any outcome to a lunge like this: him to flee, him to fight back, him to let her tear him down to nothing at all. To die, to suffer, to never set foot here again—he only wanted it done with.