Blacktail Deer Plateau The Gathering of the Clouds

Cue the white-man-blinking-gif from Raleska, who hadn’t been prepared for the riffle of annoyance that came from Mal’s tone. Her jaw hardened, ears sweeping back in response. Maybe she had misunderstood, for she thought there was a difference between asking someone to leave and whether or not they lived here; after all, Elysium had that open border policy (not that Raleska ever understood the appeal in that). 

Bristling still, Raleska couldn’t help the cattiness in her voice. Have you tried marking your claim? Good job smoothbrain — now you’re really going to set him off. She hadn’t caught a whiff of neighboring borders — but maybe she wasn’t trying hard enough. Tit for tat though — if he was going to make her feel stupid, she was going to do her best to make him feel inadequate. That’s how things worked, right?