Blackfoot Forest To that stranger's door

When the call reached Wraen's ears she had lifted her muzzle up and was in the process of deciding, whether she wanted the snot trickle towards her throat or it would be better to blow all the nasty oozing stuff outside. She was drawn from her contemplation and turned to look at the person, who had asked. Brow furrowed and expression annoyed a little. Under different circumstances she would have been more polite, now someone, who stated the obvious, and therefore meddled in her personal business, was sort of insulting.

"So what?" she barked back. "Who are you?"