Tormented Tarns i

Inge heard her.

She paused abruptly, long enough to stare down the stranger and give a low rrrrrr in warning. Abruptly, her ears flung forward in warning as her hackles flared. Inge was not at all interested in the friendly stranger or their strange stick, and wanted no part of the cobwebbed end of it. The warning was halfhearted in its delivery, but meant. Stay away! Her posture asked.