Cedar Sweep I don't make amends

The commanding bark made Fury's hackles raise.
Coolly, calmly, she responded into the trees with a voice equally poised in empress-like authority "Who goes there yourself." 
She would not be cowed by others, and she would not bend to them either. 
Especially not when she was right outside her own home, and this stranger she couldn't yet see was probably not so near to their own claim.

She could only guess, of course.