Moonspear heavy-weight

So they hadn't been far off, and that alone rankled her. As longstanding presence of the Spear, she felt hers entitled to at least safe passage in places like that, so near even. Plus, it had been that one wolf based on looks. Her expression remained cold, angry but thinking first. Probably the same one that was scouting around south of here before even that. Highly suspicious, she rumbled, annoyed most of all.

Unless they had multiples all matching a very similar description, and all of it simply lined up too well to not believe so: Ame had seen her scouting, the others confronted her when it got too close, she lost, and then she evidently saw fit to take out her shortcomings on Speedy. Her scowl made those opinions on it known.. and as Charon said, they would pay. They had better.

Her hackles had risen up again. What did they want? No, we do not? she grumbled. Smelling Revui's blood was irritating her and with his sudden burst of life seconds ago, she still really wanted to see him go right to a comfy bed. She nosed his shoulder, wanting him up and here to help—even help carry his ass if they had to. Aside from Llewellyn's visit, they have nothing. I would sure like to know what has them so intent to stirring shit with us suddenly. Clearly she had not been bothered by the golden warrior's trip over when they were housing the Redhawk that was supposed to be dead. In her opinion, they needed to be thanking her for calling that one even for right now. This needless harassment wasn't sound, or justifiable to any real stretch of the imagination. It didn't even sound like they were involving their brotherhood in this step of it, for whatever reason. If they meant business, were they underestimating Moonspear that badly? They should know better, the dark alpha growled before she went back to trying to help her son along.

Come on, she sighed, to Revui and Speedy both when she pointed her way towards the rendezvous—or, as near as they could get. As always, she would deal with the rest later, after these bleeding bodies were no longer priority, and call Lyra shortly (after finding out what Speedy had easily on hand too). Charon could get his head start on the Blackfeather matter.. or, well, who knows what else. He got a last simmering glance from her, sure that they would revisit this topic soon.