Silverlight Terrace scatter my soul across the floor

Both dark ears slid back further against her skull, cold eyes narrowing. What did he just say? Ah yes, keep away from the forest. Tzila didn't know whether to laugh in his face or let her irritation bubble over. In the end, she settled for shifting gears. She slid into a mode where she appeared laid back and smug, ever so carefully mind screwing her victim.

Two slow calculative steps brought her forward, with her dark head poised low, as if to threaten. "Why should I? You don't smell of a pack. You own nothing." Came her smug, self assured reply. Her eyes locked onto his, hard as her lips tightened. The day she smelled his piss laced along the forest he spoke of, she would believe him. "Have you ever possibly considered the fact that I explore with purpose? To know where the hell I'm going and where to avoid, hmm?" She tipped her head with a sarcastic raise of one brow.