Grouse Thicket And just a little too honest to believe that I am saved

Rosalyn let out a small guttering sound when Niamh's jerking away pulled at the hold she had, but she didn't snap further as the other woman pulled back.  Instead she glared, and her lip curled up derisively at the answer.  "I didn't ask for help, and if I knew it'd cost me, I wouldn't have taken it.  I offered ye the same if  you ever needed help, but I don't owe you and yours anything."  They weren't her crew, and if her presence had been an inconvenience, then they shouldn't have helped her. "This isn't your ground. Back off."  

Maybe testing her luck wasn't the best idea here but Rosalyn was starting to get real tired of pack wolves who felt they owned her or the land she walked on.  First Drageda, now this.  Fuck if she was walking without saying her piece.