Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

the ones who challenge her are met with a boldness that borders on stupidity.  banshee barks and snaps at the stamping beasts, either brave, foolish, or a damning mix of both.  tongue lolling, she let a growl simmer in the back of her throat, unperturbed by the danger the hooves posed.  even as the stag shook his massive antlers in her general, hoping to ward off the reckless carnivore, she gives a keening laugh that booms out like thunder.   the energy she boasts doesn't die off, despite her newfound company.  instead, her mismatched gaze has found a new target of her seemingly endless energy.

"you think i was hunting? yeah, right," she guffaws, an ugly sound. "i was just chasin' 'em.  they're dumb and get scared of everything. i bet they thought a whole pack was coming after 'em with all the noise i was makin'!" banshee flexes her toes, nails digging into the earth beneath her.  the expression she carries suggests she's raring for another go at something or someone. "besides, i don't do any of that huntin' shit." she doesn't do much of anything, in fact.  as of now, she has no trade or aspiration.  she just kind of comes and goes.  striding forward, she moves to give him a sniff.

"you stink like a pack wolf," she assumes, knowing nothing of the packs of these lands.  the only reason she can even make this assumption is that he doesn't smell like a loner. "what're you gonna do, huh? chase me out? am i on your land?" the latter sentence is spoken in a fake baby-talk voice used intentionally to mock him.