Bearclaw Valley Where’s the fire? What’s the hurry about?

"Around," Ameline reiterated. There was no going through the Valley, certainly not without their permission. 

The scarred woman seemed itching to cause conflict. Ameline's ears flicked back in light annoyance as she questioned Ancelin's meaning. She glanced to her husband, as if to say do you find her as dense as I do? though her patience was wearing thin. She tolerated the woman now, only because she felt it necessary to do so. In her mind, she had two options. 

A. Could she live with someone like this? 
B. Or would she rather attack her, to get a little bit of fighting practice in? 

She found she didn't lean hard enough in one direction or the other, but continued to weigh the options as she snarky female gave them an unnecessary lecture on how to mark trees. Ameline allowed her to do her demonstration while the Regina watched, with a hawkish stare. 

"You mean like that one, ovuh there," She said, gesturing to another tree- but the tree was far enough off that any markings on its trunk would have been impossible to see. She simply hoped it might draw the woman's eye for long enough that she could take advantage of the distraction and launch herself toward the woman whose lengthy explanation had been just enough to tip Ameline toward option B.