The Heartwood Now we're climbing higher

the light would glint off pearly fangs as she bared that sharp toothed smile, bearing a shark like resemblance with her menacing grin and the swirling darkness of both eyes trained on the snarling woman. at the threat she'd stalk forward- pelt bristling as she closed some of the distance in a few confident strides. "is that a threat?" she'd ask, raising brows in mock shock as her tail swished along the crumbling earth. all the while her nose continued to twitch, taking in everything she could while the other spat away. if this had been any forest perhaps their pack's scent would've gotten lost amongst the abundance of scents caused by the lush vegetation and other life residing within, but the land of death didn't have that. in this shell of a wood the breeze would still hold on to snatches of the pack flicker had been headed right towards- and of course that was her dear family of bitter melonii's. obviously they had settled on the other side of her woods, leaving them at the beginning of the flats. now that seemed conveniently close to her own home, confirming ramsay's suspcions that their retreat hadn't been quite so permanent. 

it was just a shame flicker had to be brought into the equation, as much as it joyed her personally she knew in reality it wasn't a good thing. she'd surely scuttle back to damien like a pathetic little insect and be overjoyed to get perhaps a nod of approval at being able to deliver the news that their hideout had been discovered. nevertheless she would've done her job and if it did cause the melonii to move on she was pretty sure it'd only drive them further away, not as good as knowing where they were exactly but not the worst outcome either. "you know what's funny" she'd say suddenly, eyeing her company up with bitter amusement. "somewhere in that little head of yours you've managed to lie to yourself enough to believe you really are the good guy here" a sharp laugh sounds from her jaws, piercing the still air and disrupting a lone bird eyeing them from a charred branch. "why don't you go home, and i don't mean that little camp you've set up near my home. but all of you back to where you belong and focus on yourselves for a change, if you want to play good guy so bad then leave us the fuck alone" she hissed, false niceties gone as she glared- lips pulled back now in a true snarl.

it seemed playing cool and nice was all easy stuff when you didn't actually care much for what it was that you were fighting for, but for the first time tundra believed in what she was doing. she wasn't doing it because she had to, she was doing it because she wanted to. for once there was more than just her life on the line, and it left her feeling such a strong sense of rage and responsibility that it was almost overpowering. yet at the same time it was invigorating​. so as the adrenaline sang in the blood pumping through her veins and the little bitch jumped forward with her snap, tundra would let loose a guttural growl and throw her own muscled body at the slight fae in her own effort to throw her back. she knew she had what she needed and unecessary fighting shouldn't be on her agenda but this newfound rage was impossible to ignore and she drank the adrenaline greedily as if it were a drug, she wouldn't do anything serious. if flicker ran she'd stop, she just wasn't prepared to let her demand her home. this was still neutral ground after all and flicker had been the first to string her threats, tundra definitely didn't appreciate that.