Stone Circle No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony

Steph, per usual, had been patrolling when she came across the scent of a stranger. She recoiled quickly, hoping they had simply stepped in, and then right back out. But, the intruder had no such luck. The scent continued on into Easthollow, and Steph followed it, growling to herself. Her eyes scanned ahead of her, and she caught sight of a lone wolf, simply sitting and staring at a deer. Their deer. 

Hackles raised, teeth bared, Steph wasted no time at galloping towards the intruder. Her anger, once tucked neatly deep, deep down, now came flooding to the surface. Steph was blind with rage, not giving the male a single second to explain, or run, or save himself. She focused all of it, and like a bullet, she attempted to ram into the stranger. She would search, open jawed, for anything to latch on to. And if successful, she would thrash her head. She did not hold back an ounce, and gave the stranger the full force of anger that she had, both that he did not cause, combined with the anger that he did.