Silvertip Mountain antipathy

"Lovely," she responded, her voice lilting and pleased; she was at the time more than happy, believed Buffalo to have found this place for them. She ran her tongue over her teeth and her plume swayed left and right. "You've pleased us," Byll decides to admit this, her two-toned eyes, nearly a match to his own, looking to his own. The girl peered at the water when he began to prod at her, and for a minute she grinned...

And then in an instant, her happiness was gone. They were displeased, and she turned to snap at the paw to demonstrate this. But truth be told, the crazed woman did not know what she might do were she to catch it. She never did. Her eyes spoke her desire for blood.