Redtail Rise been getting big, making me look small

Unsettled by the upheaval back home, Raleska’s composure was scarcely held together as a shewolf approached. From a distance, the girl mistook the interloper for one of her brazen coyote cousins — yet up close, it was clear this huntress was blooded. 

Interestingly, Raleska had encountered very few of similar lineage than her — she paid this woman the full of her attention, jaw set and eyes narrowed. I’m not traveling by choice. The girl concedes, wondering why it was this harridan (who reminded her in some ways, of a more attractive version of her mother — Caiaphas being about as sensual as stone, and all that) was alone and so forward with strangers. Did she not fear being attacked by marauders? (Maybe this one had yet to make herself many enemies.) Don’t you feel it? Raleska accused, rather abruptly swapping the conversation a second time with a follow-up: Who are you?