Ravensblood Forest Watch me make them bow

The scent from Donovan's den was obvious, and it left her irritated. 
She didn't rightly have a reason to be, as She was the one who had made it perfectly clear their arrangements were political, nothing more. She hadn't expected to develop a...weakness. Yes, that was what it was. A weakness, that needed to be addressed, sharpened, hidden away. Love was not a word in her vocabulary. And if she had it her way, it never would be. So be it if he chose to fuck anything that would hold still long enough. 
She was above that. Her title, and her dignity, was worth more than laying down with any random stud. And that was the difference between purebloods and halflings. 
Her musings lead her on a trail through the forest, pausing to squat against trees periodically, reinforcing her presence. Let him try to bring some mewling bitch into these woods. 
She paused, catching the scent of @Will-o-Whisp and her lips curled. a tresspassing shewolf. Well she would either join their ranks or die on the way out.