Cassiopeia's View Morse code for trumpet quintets

his defensiveness, while harmless enough, had her auds press forward tightly, her tail rise until it pressed the edges of dominance. "warlord of the nightwalkers," she states, her new title novel even as she says it, though with a surety that comes with not having been challenged, thus far. 

again then, she presses, "who are you?" the words are sharp. in a pack she can not trust, having just filled a precarious power vacuum, aggressive is her default.