Emberwood The die is cast.

It didn't take long to rouse the stranger from his hiding place - although that hiding place was only a few paces behind her. He rose over the hillside as a great white beast, a giant made of ice. Being set upon from behind was not something Basilie was comfortable with at all and her body responded accordingly. The dark fur along her spine prickled and puffed, while her own tail waved once and became a fan of discontent.

I would love to see you in action, drawled the pale cur, to which the girl simply huffed, while turning to face him - a slow arc, deliberate and cautious. She studied him in that electric moment, and concluded that he was of no consequence to her. How unfortunate for you.

What was this fool playing at? There were a multitude of things that men could demand from a woman - from a girl, like herself - but Bas was hardly going to give him anything. All you'll get is a nice look, provided you keep out of my way. Mongrel. Fool. Who was this foreigner that made demands of her? Pfft.