Greatwater Lake a sedge of cranes

you're all good! i love her sm

Baela's lip twitched up in an almost smile at the young wolf's show. It would have been intimidating had she not been a little slip of a thing. Would a strong breeze knock her over? It wouldn't shock the older woman. 

Briefly the idea of stealing the crane flitted through her mind before getting choked out by her conscience. She didn't need the food, but the idea of an easy meal was hard to pass up. Still she looked upon the gray beast, all snarls and hackles, and Baela couldn't stomach it. Where would she be if her father hadn't constantly stamped down her flame? Perhaps she would have looked just like this yearling, a menace to anything feathered or otherwise. 

Her threats weren't scary, but Baela decided to indulge the other's actions. Taking a few sloppy steps back, the older woman purposefully tripped over her feet. Her eyes widened in faux-surprise. Oh no, I wouldn't dream of taking that from you. I can spot a gifted hunter when I see one, Baela spoke as some truth returned to her features. She wanted it to be true.