Honeyed Pasture loser

Normally when Belharra barged on the scene, she got a better reception than ‘instantly upchucks and passes out’. Belharra lifted her closest leg away from the steaming pile, responding with an indelicate Ew. Reminder: stay away from Asmodeus’ mouth. Not that she was planning on voyaging such disastrous claptraps in the future. 

Anyways, vomit aside. Belharra figuratively smoothed out her skirtings, notching her gaze at Ketzia as the female stepped towards them. Even from a distance Belharra could see the woman’s hackles were flared, and her voice demanding. Narrowing her gaze Belharra placed a paw possessively on her fallen comrade’s shoulder (taking care to stay away from the more volatile ends). No. Belharra answered, sniffling audibly as she measured how this was all going to go down. The odds weren’t great in her favor. She didn’t know if they knew Asmodeus, but she wasn’t going to let him be molested by two loners in the woods.

Seeing no way out of it, Belharra figured she would have to let her world-famous mouth get her out of this. Diplomatically.  Are you always this bossy to total strangers?