Duck Lake You'd better have good aim

The sound of her name in strangely familiar tones draws her attention from her thoughts, expression already a little sour at the contempt she detects in the other's voice. Her ears fall against her skull as she looks up and realizes that it's Takiyok, the prickly second-in-command of the northern pack, far from Duskfire Glacier, cloaked in a scent entirely unfamiliar to her, and apparently pregnant — and staring at her like she's disgusting.
And maybe she is. Maybe she deserves it for all that she's done, though Takiyok does not even know half of it. Maybe it's just another part of her punishment. But the expression sends a prickling through her anyway, a restless stir that quickly bubbles into white-hot anger as she considers the woman before her, rising to her feet slowly. Takiyok. Is there a problem? Her tone dares the other to say yes, to give her some reason for the irrational surge of anger lighting her veins and quickening her pulse. The possibility of a fight doesn't occur to her yet, not consciously, even as her body prepares for it — but she knows that she isn't backing down from this.