Swiftcurrent Creek Huntsman

Part of her wasn't willing to be reasoned with. She glared back at Ensio, and bared her teeth when she felt mocked by the shade of smugness that she caught in the corners of his lips. She flicked her tongue across her lips and pinned her ears as both Akavir and Quill were invited to simply slinge into the hunting party, late, and still be given a task in the venture. Her dour gaze settled for a moment upon the dark alpha; maybe she should have neutralized him completely when he'd been sick. Then, maybe others would take her more seriously, and let her contribute. 

Arlette sought to reason with her but the girl shook her head violently, eyes squeezed shut, a soft guttural sound coming from her throat from the effort. She pressed herself to Arlette's side (perhaps a bit roughly, as she was now quite agitated) and then backed up a few paces. Assurance, yet again, that she would not cross the path of Arlette- or anyone else in the hunting party. She'd be nothing more than an afterthought. Her focused gaze searched for an invitation, and issued a silent threat.