Otter Creek I like the way they all scream

She had been followed, apparently. 
She sighed in frustration, tearing herself away from the trail she had been Persuing, to look at her persuant. Ah, the mouthy bitch. 
"You've got a lot of nerve..." She started, eyes narrowed. She could kill her, right here. Throw her body in the river, problem solved. For a moment she strongly considered it. But the pack would know. And short sighted as she may often be...no. this had to come to an amicable end. 
"Hunt with me. The water is cool here, and there's fish. Prey will come down from the mountains to drink here as well. It's close enough to our borders- we should try to mark it as our own." 
Again, there goes that hypocrisy....just sailing right over her head. Oh if she could see herself she would break another rib laughing. 
Wordlessly she dropped her nose to the ground, inhaling the sweet, musky, fishy scent accumulated at an odd divot in the muddy bank, following it up to a burrow of some sort.