Bramblepoint diortosire

Hemera held her ground, plum eyes darting through the shadows, sharp and searching. Then; impact. A full collision with another body sent her stumbling back, paws skidding against the earth. It hadn’t been enough to truly harm her, but still, she pressed a paw to her forehead, swiftly assessing herself; intact, good. Her gaze snapped to the stranger, anger flickering like a struck match. Brows furrowed, lip curled.
„Who are you?!” she snapped, voice cutting through the night like a blade. „Why are you following me?!”
Something about the woman unsettled her, a nagging familiarity she couldn’t quite place. Yet she had ignored Hemera’s summons; why? Was she deaf? Or simply arrogant?
Then, a flash of crimson caught her eye; a wound on the woman’s leg. Her mind spun. One wound meant there could be more. And if there was one attack…
Hemera’s ears flattened, tail raising high, her voice a sharp demand, a worried gaze sweeping around the clearing. "Are we under attack?!”