Dragoncrest Cliffs Close your eyes and sleep,

Even through the rain, the smell of blood was unmistaken. She did not care for a bleeding wolf coming forth, but what she did care was the first intruder to the newly claimed cliff. She would welcome none, wanting to keep the land to herself with no one able to pass. A glare to her brow, and a light seeking through to find the source.

She approached a man, white and black, with hints of red from the nectar, "You are in my domain," she said motionlessly, but held a a dominance within her voice and stance. Tail high with a sharp look toward the yearling, giving a single warning. 

A single warning, before the storm would enrage.