Bearclaw Valley you wouldn't make it

Rarely was she by her lonesome these days. @Revui likely still pursued her, somewhere nearby... she needed a drink, though and was inclined to stretch her leg. They slept, and she invited him along; he would come, or he would not. She hoped that he would; she rather liked engaging with him in these days. For now, she lapped at some stream and rose her head when she felt watched.

It was a feeling that displeased her; she stared Toad down with a low rumble and a lifted plume, and a look that promised him that if he did not stand down she would see to it that he did. It would not be through force of will from her, but brute, savage, unadulterated strength.