Haunted Wood I don't want your crowd

her grip is tenuous at best, and when the woman flungs her leg, her jaws are prompty dislodged. her hackles are raised and her gaze narrowed, snarl painted on her muzzle. the stranger asks a question, and the snarl fades only so that she may reply with a firm, "I wasn't." the stranger has no evidence it was her, either, and Hela will deny it until she's blue in the face. moving on, brow still furrowed, she issues a "who're you?"