Silverlight Terrace Surrender to your heart

The woman grunted, growling softly still. If any of her attackers made further move to harm her, she made it clear she wouldn't stand for it. She bristled softly and rose up, not wanting to be some pinned, cowering weakling. Blackfeather Woods wouldn't appear as weak. 
"I'm hunting and scouting. No, I'm not scouting your savage pack. In case you didn't notice I gave you the widest birth the mountains allowed." 
Challenge shone in her eyes as she tried to force her way up, trying to meet the gaze of Hydra and Charon. She had half a mind to turn on the two that held her but... it'd prove more useful to face the leadership.
If they were indeed that; the other black female, that looks uncannily like the one before her, seemed more refined and powerful than these. These savages.
Like she could talk.