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

Even with the two wolves bearing down on her, it was tough to keep her stationary. It was Ameline’s intention to squeeze the breath out of the woman, make her cry out and beg; she wanted the impudent woman to feel fear for long enough that it might sprout into respect. 

Instead, she threw out a diversion.

Not fallin’ for your bullsh- She growled, assuming that Grackle was attempting to draw her attention away and escape, in the same way Ameline had distracted her earlier. But Ameline caught the scent of smoke on the wind, closer and stronger now than it had been before. 

Shit, She finished, when she looked up to see a flicker of blossoming flames in the woods beyond the meadow. Their feud with Grackle was no longer important; the Valley could be a trap, if fire blocked the entrance, and they had five girls to evacuate. 

She growled and lifted herself, snapping once as a warning to make sure Grackle didn’t try anything funny as she was released. Git outa here, She snarled.