Dragoncrest Cliffs schildwand

Rosalyn was unaware of any others observing; she was focused solely on Mahler, who seemed to now be reading her with the same intensity she bore towards him.  His initial call had put her on edge, assuming he was here to throw his weight around unwarranted.  But at least he spoke, if in a tone that tempted her hackles to rise.  Who gave you the right to ask?

She couldn't help herself.

You, by the sound of it. She responded, the bite in her tone unforgiving.  If he was going to be rude, she was going to ride that edge as well, though she made no moves towards agression.  She did not want this to end with a fight.  But Rusalka has settled here, and when we came, it was uninhabited.  So I would be interested to hear your reasoning.  

None he could name would be good enough, she knew that already.  His boorish attempt to intimidate her on her own lands nonwithstanding, she hoped to reason with him.  If he was, as she suspected, from the nearby pack, then she needed to smooth this over sooner than later.

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