Haunted Wood Listen here, because it's who we are

The words cut, like a cougars claws raking over her heart.
Time slowed, as did her heart as her blood ran cold, hackle bristling, lips peeling back.
Vanity let out a soft, warning snarl.
Valour's only warning to not talk shit about her or her young.

"Good," she replied, voice as hard as a stone thrown at Valour's head.
As long as they had people to train, and people to fight, they'd be ok.
Her ear tilted towards Santi, her eyes not leaving Valour's face as she stared at him, tail half raised.
She felt like advancing with stiff legs, then launching at him just to see how well Venny trained the kid.

But if she could catch an Ursus wolf, and a strong one at that, she could wrestle Valour into the pit and watch him fight to the death.
Amusing.
Next time Valour made a remark like that, she would have his ass kicked in a heartbeat.

Her tone softer now, the air of fury dissipating a little and she stopped her death-promising glare, "We should ask Moonspear for help in advance to boost our numbers and strength against theirs, to get rid of them properly and in one. Doing a job twice is a failure."