Tuktu Weir strada

heda's head snapped around when the voice sounded. it was attached to a very large, very strong-looking amazon of a woman. 
the stranger claimed the land and its inhabitants belonged to her. heda was healing, young, and away from the summit. and yet she very maturely turned directly for the jugular of impulsivity.
"oh yeah? every single beaver is yours? really? all of them? sounds insane." hopefully the big lady wouldnt hear her heart thudding against her ribcage.
"anyway i don't want any of your dumb beavers. i want to get across," heda mumbled, refusing to give ground. the stranger became a scapegoat for her anger, though she was aware she was on incredibly thin ice.