Bramblepoint every spear and ax

suddenly, as if she'd crawled form the earth and into her path, there is a woman in her path. once-warlord does not hesitate; the scent trail is forgotten, and she plows into the girl, hackles already jagged along her spine. her weight is thrown forward in her shoulder, fangs seeking to grab hold of the strangers scruff or the next best thing as she moves to attempt to shove her to the earth, pin her if she has the opportunity. hela is neither polite nor patient, and strangers have no good reason to suddenly appear directly before her. she has no intention of waiting to learn the silver-pelted girl's own.