Fox's Glade Into my garden

A playful and yet somehow sinister, wide grin forms over her mug at the title. Yes yes, the single little, lonely tresspasser, who had not done anything to harm your pack, as I'm aware... She spoke, bringing a false sense of innocence to her. No warning. Not at all, they just ripped me to shreds! Of course, she had every intention to do harm, much harm, though she had expected none of them to be mind readers to know for sure. However, it was Rosina's truth that the Easthollow wolves had been no fools in knowing the little white heathen's intentions. 

Now, She speaks, her head lowering to align with her spine as she crouches. I think it's well deserving by now I return the sentiment. A high growl rumbled from chest and she spring in low to slash and snatch at the side of the woman's jawline.