Bramblepoint one in the chamber

His aggression brought Sphyra to a slow as she approached, though her posture remained threatening. Honestly, Sphyra expected that he would just back off. She knew that he was guilty, after all. The only times Sphyra'd been in similar situations had been at Redhawk Caldera's borders, and she had always felt bolstered (and the enemy intimidated) knowing that the Caldera had numbers. Knowing someone would show up if all went to hell.

It surprised her that this guy, the brazen thief!, would simply stand there over his loot and threaten her. Sphyra was taken aback, but she also knew that it would be hard for him to fight her and protect his food. He had an extra factor to take into account. Sphyra tried to do a quick risk analysis; she didn't know exactly how bad and risky winter was, since she had not witnessed any before, so she didn't know how much this food was worth. With her current status — not very hungry, as she'd eaten something from the caches not long ago herself — it seemed that it might not be worth it getting into a fight with this guy.

On the other hand, she knew she had trained for this. From a young age she bested her siblings, and she honed her muscles every day. And would a scavenger like him really make the risk assessment that it was truly worth a fight, too?

Sphyra stopped a few meters short of him and her food, and she stared him in the eye with her teeth still bared and her body puffed up to try and look less lanky. Sphyra knew her age was a disadvantage, but then again, Fennec was small and blind to boot, and she was still a badass fighter.

You stole that from Redhawk Caldera, Sphyra said in a low, threatening voice. Her heart hammered in her throat by now; Sphyra might have practised a lot, but she'd never been in a real fight situation. You know you're a thief. Why risk getting seriously hurt over it? Hopefully that would make him think.