Firefly Glen seem to paint a red line

The glen had become her resting place. There was prey, and save for the occasional passerby, it was relatively secluded. Ying slumbered beneath the shade of a snow-capped bush and dreamt of distant landscapes. 

The scent of a stranger did not escape her. She had energy that could not be burned off through hunts alone; she was aching for a fight, and didn't care who it was against.

Ying stood and stretched, then began to look for her opponent.