Bramblepoint so lets set the world on fire

borya's gaze lingered on the gathering as she stood there, half-distracted by the taste of honey on her tongue. 

they were doing a remarkable job of standing right in the way she had expected to walk back, which wasn't an issue in itself; she could go around. but the concept of toeing neatly around canines had somewhat fallen out of appeal for her, probably since she had been made to fight them for someone else's fun. she was what she was, and if the wolves knew what was good for them they would simply stand aside and let her pass. as long as they decided not to antagonize her, nobody needed to get hurt.

pausing to adjust her grip on her prize, she lumbered forwards with the slow, deliberate precision of someone who was both unafraid and unconcerned about the potential danger surrounding them. her steps led her closer towards the group by degrees, and as she neared them her spring-green eyes focused laserlike on the three older canines. the expression in her eyes might have been a warning as much as it might have been a dare.