Bramblepoint one in the chamber

The rumble of the man's stomach didn't go unnoticed to Sphyrapicus, but it only served to fuel her self-confidence rather than her empathy. If he was hungry, then he might not put up as much of a fight as a well-fed wolf would. It wasn't a huge surprise, though; he was a thief, after all, and to steal from claimed lands, even if they were previously claimed, that must mean desperation.

Sphyra scoffed at his words. He continued to loom over the rabbit. It wasn't worth it, really — like she'd said moments before, herself — but Sphyra could feel her more principle side take over. Was she really going to let this ratty guy thieve away her things? If he'd asked nicely, then maybe Sphyra would've been in a mood to share, but now she just wanted to have what was hers; even if she had willingly abandoned it before, when she went to visit the Frosthawks after the pack disbanded. Didn't mean he could just go up and steal it.

Final chance, Sphyra said and she looked at him confidently, her eyes searching his. She bared her teeth while the hair in her neck stood up aggressively, leaving a little ridge across her back that ended at her arched tail. Then she stepped forward, ready to fight for a prize she didn't deem worth it, all for the sake of pride & principle.