Blackfeather Woods calls the faithful to their knees

Flicker arrive at an easy pace. This could easily be a trap.
She held her head and tail high, her gaze hard, cold. She walked stiffly as she neared the pale-pelted woman. Everything about Flicker's posture screamed dominant.  She did not come running to the call of Maegi but came as if she'd taken a nice meander. She'd disregarded the commanding tone she'd used.

Flicker stopped, staring with her stoic mask at Maegi. A challenge.  One ear tilted, still aware of everything around her. She was ready. If this would indeed be an ambush, she'd be ready for them and meet them too with fangs bared. She was here for her pack. The Melonii. Not for those trying to restart Blackfeather woods. She only cared for one of them, even then that care was strained. 
No, three. Relmynas children, wherever they were, were always welcome to Flicker. It was the least she could to for the late Listener.
"You're late doin' this, eh?" she said to reference the revival at the woods. A jab at her leaving. A low blow but Flicker didn't care. She used what she saw fit for the recipient