Blackfeather Woods finger deep within the borderline

Morgana stalked out from the shadow's, her cold eyes meeting the one's of the trespasser. "Gladly" she smirked, knowing what the other did not. She snarled at the haughtiness in his voice, his disrespect was fool worthy. She willed herself not to have a go at him, knowing that things would play out soon enough. She was confident that he wouldn't be able handle them. His build betrayed him. "You talk bigger than you are, a bad habit in the face of wolves like me and Crescendo" she slyly said, not putting too much sternness in her voice, that would just ruin the fun. That's what Crescendo was for.