The Bracken Woods there is nothing fragile about you

She ignores the rumble in his chest, Answering it with a curled lip and a flash of an eye. She was no spoilt princess after all- the delicate scars on her lower legs indicate that. 
He Rejects her, or at least tries to. Hes a stubborn one, she decides. He lunged at her and a snarl raises in her throat, her own teeth coming together with a snap near his. 
"What, so you can bumble about, barely surviving and then fall in line with someone else's rules? " She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Because that sounds wonderfully...mundane." She wrinkles her lip in displeasure. "A little bit of work and you can have so much more."