Hushed Willows all alone

The ease in which he brought out her disdain for men was nearly impressive. Do you see shame in scarring? She eyed his own as she asked the question, raising an eyebrow. For Pala, it simply meant that one was willing to fight. The majority of her own had been gained protecting the sheep that lived with her natal pack - wolverines, bears, anything with nasty claws had more than likely met her skin now.

His words spoke of a threat, though she was unsure how it should be taken. A part of her thought to call Chaudry - better safe than sorry, but her pride would not allow it. Not yet. I came to hunt, not to be bothered by the ridge's men.

She would not sit in silence while he harassed her. It was a blow to her ego, a stain on her good name.