Silverlight Terrace magefire

His jab at her ability to protect her home ruffled her further. Her eyes narrowed. We have so far, she spat back. It was mostly the truth...kind of. In all honesty, she hadn't had to really do any fighting yet, but that didn't mean she was unable to defend the territory. She hadn't ever fought anyone, sure, but it was mostly instinct, right? That's what she always told herself when she began to doubt her usefulness to Mal and the forest. 

He stepped towards her, a low growl rumbling from his chest. Every single cell in her body told her to run, but she was too stubborn to listen. Her lips lifted and with hackles raised, she growled right back. She stood her ground, legs firmly in place despite her body's plea for her to run the other way. She wasn't going to let this asshole push her around.