Blackfeather Woods Let my mind be your freedom

The bitch before her was arrogant. Certainly saw herself high above all else. That earned her a flash of bared teeth; a silent warning to not be so demanding here. Not on the borders. 
She spoke a tongue not recognised. The words barely registered, seeings as they were not known to her. 

“If you wish to be here, to live under the Night Mother’s gaze, you must first of all stop thinking of yourself as some high-above being.” A breath, but not long enough for the dark-woman to speak, “secondly, you must earn your rank here, we are servants to Mephala. No one else,” her golden gaze narrowed, “certainly not the likes of you.” 
Wintersbane would never stand for her talk, would undoubtedly even let her join. But it would be up to the Listener, as far as the fire-licked woman knew. She knew not of the role of the Dark Master, yet. 
“Last of all,” she continued, possibly letting the bitch speak if she so desired to do so, “you should call when standing to close to these borders. Most here do not take kindly to some even within scouting distance.”
A soft smile that held a malice and a promise; a promise of harm should it so come to it. 

Flicker tilted her ears and threw up a howl for leadership, expecting @Relmyna ; not knowing of @Kove . She suspected others would come to the call too, but that perhaps wouldn’t be a bad thing. Not bad considering who was on the border. 
Some pretentious bitch; but one that perhaps could save these woods.