Haunted Wood seven devils in my house

she did not expect this reaction, did not expect the need to defend even the simplest action against the leader. "one who knows when they're wasting time," she retorts, cool veneer fading rapidly. her face grows hot, burning rage rapidly undercutting the cool facade she's masqueraded so long. 

it isn't fair. her mother, dead, crushed and alone and worthless in her passing. thrust into an entirely new world, half by chance and half by her own bidding, in which she is no longer the confident, arrogant bully she was, entirely alone for the first time. and now the male looks at her as if she's scum, for reasons she can not make sense of. "you know nothing about me." she hates the world, hates him, and so she moves with the speed of a viper in an attempt to tear at his muzzle suddenly and violently, spinning away just as quickly, knowing better than to stay within range of those great teeth.