Dragoncrest Cliffs The Place of her Dreams

Over the drone of Quennell's snarls- which she would allow, as it added to the intimidation factor- the woman tried to explain herself and pleaded her case. Chacal remained close, and did not lower her intensity until the woman pleaded for her life. Chacal lifted her head just so that she could stare down at the woman's face, withdrawing the scythe of her teeth from the place near her throat. Her eyes were dark blue, the colour of the ocean's depths, and in them, she saw fear. 

"You are a fool, to t'ink we'd let you be,
and wander t'rough our lands,
Just to take in de scenery,
wit'out first submitting to our commands." 

Her voice was buoyant, but not as melodic as it was when she was in a better mood. 

"You 'ave no manners, an no common sense. 
We 'ave no use for you.
Go, an' forever stay away from our lands,
or de rage of Sapphique will be upon you." 

She stepped off from the woman and snapped at her heels now, ready to chase her away from their territory if she hesitated at all.