Hideaway Strath I remember hating this

"Are you lost?" Came a voice, the owner of it prowling closer with hellfire in her gaze. The mammoth of a she-wolf was wary, eyeing the outsider with mild suspicion despite the curiosity in her tone. Nyra was still tired from her travels to the coast, it was better she get to the point.
"If you're looking for a place among our ranks, I will call my grandmaster. If not, I suggest you leave." There was a thinly veiled threat there, but she didn't attack just yet