Dragoncrest Cliffs But I am still new at getting old

She looked at them, and her hatred combined with the emotions the call had inspired made her unwilling to use caution.  She should be making friends, trying to gain advantage, but instead she was incapable.

So brave, She purled, condescending.  Yet my calls bother you.  A pack of warriors, and you can't even let a worthless prisoner like me howl to the sea. 

She'd never been great at holding her temper in check, and her propensity to incite violence was one of the reasons she had so often found herself in trouble.  But she didn't much care at the moment.  She'd had it about to here with these wolves of the cliffs and their thrice damned pride.