Bearclaw Valley some kind of majesty, some chemical load

They were loyal.  Or at least, the man was.  The other still just stared.  Kiwi felt her patience begin to wane as he threatened a bear, and she scoffed softly.  As if they had dealings with such a creature.  If that was their bluff, they weren't trying very hard to be realistic about it.

She could do better than this, she thought, though she froze as Astara finally made a move.  Her jaw clenched as the stream hit the air and she took a quick back step to avoid any of it... and visibly struggled for a moment to maintain her cool.  For a moment, she teetered on lunging into a fight she surely wouldn't leave unscathed.  Not two on one.

But then her expression cleared, and the haughty aloofness hit her expression.  When your pack fails, come north.  I may give you another chance, if you are lucky.  Or end up as bear shit.  Who cares?  She said, but the ice behind it showed they'd gotten beneath her skin.  

If they didn't stop her, she'd turn and disappear, unwilling to waste another minute on them.