Blackfeather Woods to conquer; to bleed

the woman is unguared, seemingly too caught up in her own thoughts to notice her surroundings. Hela stands just on the edges of her sight line; easily detectable to the alert wolf, but apparently invisible to the girl. her hackles prickle; she just as defensive of this place as she was last time, but in much less of a hurry to start fights. she's at a clear disadvantage, until she heals up, and she doesn't want to give Vanity, or any of the others, and opening in which to make a grab for her title. 

"what are you doing here?" commanding, her voice breaks out into the silence. her gimlet gaze is fixed on the stranger as the scabbed-over gash on her neck cracks again, and minute beads of blood make their steady way to the surface. tail is curled dominantly, stance rigid, but lacks the outright aggression she'd treated the last trespasser here with.