Blackfeather Woods Do you think it's to late for me?

           

She couldn’t say she was a fan of being growled at, but it wasn’t a new experience and to be honest she wasn’t entirely surprised by the angry shout. She flinched only mildly, and she let her hackles rise and her teeth shine at the offending young man, her tail also rising to the occasion.

Instead of answering his question, because it was stupid, her actions were obvious, she raised a brow at him, “What the hell does it look like.” She threw in an eye roll for good measure, “What do you want?” His action were obvious as well, she knew he wanted her to leave, but the idea of belonging to a fledgling pack gave her undue confidence.

She ignored the lurker in the background, assuming he was this twerps buddy. She was a cheeky when she wanted to be.