Haunted Wood sleight of hand

Was she begging for a fight?
Probably. But she had children, and perhaps that parental instinct was cutting her edges.
"The Nightwalkers are evil." It was evident to her now that he knew what she said in Spanish. Or at least enough.
"Venny was, but only to look scary. To protect us." Fear was protection. Fear was an omen, a ward.
She and Venny sang the same song when it came to protecting this pack.
She was never his Consort, but she was his lover. Was Serem ever a love?

"And you have, you wanted the change." How could he say he wasn't the source of the blight when it was obviously his idea. "Your smugness, it was because you wanted it to happen."
An idea streaked through her mind, causing her to advance from the distance she'd grown in her movements, beelining for Clarance. 
"You were sent by Ursus to spy on us, to get close to Santiago, to kill Valour, to stop their other spies being captured."
She stopped a couple of paces away from him, a low snarl rippling from her.
Despite who thought she was cute, or sexy, or too insignificant to not hurt anything, Vanity had a temper.
And it was focused solely on poor, battle-worn Clarance.