Otatso Wetlands I think I'm freaking out

Magpie paid little attention to the attitude emanating from every fiber of the other's being, though she was well aware that it was there. But, really, how else was she expected to respond to a wolf that had just said she would resort to cannibalism. It disgusted the young female, to think that anyone could disrespect their brethren in such a way, but she supposed when she was dead and a spirit flitting around in the breeze, she probably wouldn't care much what happened to her body. It was the principle of the thing.

She paused when the other finally cried out for her to wait, and Magpie gave her a look that was accompanied by a knowing smirk. Suddenly overcome with a feeling of power, the juvenile decided to veer off in a direction she clearly hadn't come from, but she did so with an air of confidence. Let the other think what she would — hopefully it would scare the attitude right out of her, let her believe Magpie was taking her to some sort of lair. Only when the stranger was well and truly at her mercy would the juvenile turn back to her tried-and-true route.