Hushed Willows in-depths

The disrespect was palpable. Her bristling intensified, but Reverie was somewhat appeased when the stranger agreed to her demand. She drew herself up to her full height, a little caught off guard by the surge of pride and aggression lighting her veins. I'll show you, She said, not willing to take her eyes off the woman for even a moment.

This way, Reverie beckoned, turning to lead the dark-furred stranger out of the territory. Her eyes never left the woman, and all the while, that strange agitated feeling filled her lungs and her throat. Disappointment, almost, for the lack of resistance. She didn't want to hurt her — did she?

What if she did?