Meadowlark Prairie Oh please; youre drunk

The wind warned the bitch of the approaching danger, her head jerked up and she scanned the horizon, locking onto a dark figure. Etephyr glowered at him, miffed at the gall he possessed to approach her. The woman's nostrils flared with impatience, grimacing at him with disdain, following it up with a flash of her canines.

"That's close enough!" She boomed, commanding him to halt his approach. A low growl expressed itself through her chest, steely eyes warning of repercussions if he did not listen the first time only. A fight wasn't what she wanted but the bitch wouldn't back down if he desired one but perhaps he acted purely on curiosity alone. However, Etephyr didn't give benefits of the doubts. 

Etephyr sized him up, snorting at his cocky stature. "What do you want of me? Why have you disturbed my peace with your presence?" She scolded.