Broken Antler Fen this feeling’s dancing in my flames.

So, that was it, huh? All bark and no bite? Banshee shook out her raised hackles and eyes the stranger with open judgment. "You think you're better 'cause you don't start shit?" she jeered, leaning forward onto to her toes. It was always these good wolves who refused to give in to their more carnal nature. She rolled her eyes and clacked her teeth together. "Aren't you big and brave!" the small beast brayed obnoxiously, striding forward so that she could try to be nose to nose with Eshe. "You smell like a pack wolf. What if I just followed you home? Asked your owner if they'll fight me for you?" No doubt, Banshee had a warped view of what pack life was. She just assumed all pack wolves were shackled to their Alphas like a bunch of sorry lapdogs.