Shadewood You gonna finish that?

The rush of sprinting paws had ears tilt upon an ivory crown, gaze sweeping the area immediately as a blur of dark timber sped onward into the undergrowth - bewildered, the empress pushed herself from the forest floor and began to weave through the looming trees, only speeding when the scent of feline struck her nostrils, causing a crease to be conjured between her eyes. She took a scrap of a second to analyse the situation, but it didn't take long to place a name to the aggravatingly distinguishable scent: lynx. 

Gwen picked up her pace and (unlike Morgan) carefully followed the wind's calling, the whisper of the source which led her to the place of the daring creature, who'd chosen to erupt into their domain. Phex had darted in a leap toward it. Her lips curled above her teeth, a growl to slide off her tongue to warn off the feral feline - if it chose not to budge, she'd dart forward and snap at the intruder's hide too, attempting to drive it away with the threat of blood. As a hunter, it was her duty to defend the caches she and the other keepers had worked so tirelessly to fill; despite her love of animals big and small, she would not allow her dinner to be snatched away by a thief.

Right now, she was pregnant and the hormones had begun to kick in. The lynx ought get the hell out before her anger rose to the surface and bubbled from her jaws.