Duskfire Glacier [m]I hear it all, I hear it all in my head

Two newcomers, each flanking the female, one speaking and one assessing the scene before moving off. As if her presence meant nothing. Though, she didn’t quite blame the man; she was nothing, indeed.

You are not nothing, child.
Come to full height and show them.

Heeding its advice, she did so, pulling herself to stand, her head held aloft, ignoring the way she had become so disheveled by the bear woman’s assault. 

Fat ass woman better watch herself.

Phoryn silently agreed, but outwardly, her attention turned to the man who spoke. She weighed the man’s stare, assessing him in return. What did it matter to him that he knew her capabilities? 

The woman who stood beside him would surely rather see her dead than hear what she had to say.

I am whatever I am needed to be. Having dipped my paws into many skills, I am no stranger to the things that are needed to be done. If it was the right thing to say, she wasn’t sure. The moment was too tense, each party strung tight like a bowstring about to snap.

Anything to get her out of this alive.