Redhawk Caldera chew you up and spit you out

Again with the wolves ignoring her like she were invisible, or merely an annoying little gnat. Magpie growled, not quite realizing, but the sound died when the white female finally turned to acknowledge her. She was about to soften as an apology was apparently forthcoming, but the corners of her mouth turned down at the snide tone. Was everyone fucking crazy here? The yearling exhaled, prepared to simply let it go— but when the offending stranger turned to leave without so much as another breath, Magpie felt agitation barb throughout her body all over again.

"Who are you, anyway?" she questioned loudly, mind scrambling to find something to say that might provoke the female into staying long enough that some of her frustration could be relived. "Ah, nevermind..." Magpie conceded after a beat of (likely) no response, "I'm sure you're no one important, or I would've heard of you by now." Clearly not as important as Magpie, who was certainly despised around here, but at least she was half-sister to one of the Alphas. It didn't seem to count for much in the caldera, but it was the one fact she clung to. The one claim she had of worthiness.