Ravensblood Forest salt fires

another man's approach pinned chani's ears in a scarlet-mare gesture. he had been present at the raid, she was certain, and on site he was hated by the captive taken from her salt cliffs.
he had brought food. she laughed, a loud, mocking sound. "you want to take your turn den?" chani accused, sending the squirrel into a limp flail with a strike of her paw; the lifeless body flopped back toward the dens.
he was a boy to her, young. chani sensed some other aspect to him, but did not linger to analyze. instead her teeth closed on open air in a resounding snap, and she glowered at him, on her feet now and panting with the stress of her surroundings, the impact of her own malevolence.