Stavanger Bay Don't touch me you peasant

haha, good enough! This was fun!

As a young hunter learning the trade, Chacal knew when a stalking stance was serious- though she waited to see if he was bluffing for a moment before she wisely turned on her heel and flew off into the dense forest, hurrying along the same deerpaths she'd taken before- but she did not do so silently. Her path took her through twists and turns, which she knew would allow her lightly billowing voice haunt him. 

You are a flame,
but I am the sea-
the heat of your touch
will never burn me!

This land you claim
belongs not to you,
if you can not see dis 
den you are a fool!

And with delighted laughter to pierce her way through the undergrowth and back out along the shoreline again, she loped away from the angry man, and began to make her way back North.