Honeyed Pasture one false prayer wielding blasphemy

They stared at each other for a few silent moments, the intensity of his gaze making her uncomfortable on many levels. She straightened up, her expression stern as if to tell him that if he planned to attack her, then it wouldn't be an easy fight. 

And then he spoke in some unknown language, motioning towards the killed coyote as he said more things she couldn't understand. He said something again, this time directing his words towards the elk carcass. She stared at him with suspicion for a few long moments, her jaw tightening painfully before she finally found it in her to speak. I don't know what you're saying, she finally told him. For all she knew, he could be challenging her for the spoils of this fight, in which case, she would pass; she had no interest in fighting him. Sure, she'd like to bring food back to the pack, but not at the risk of serious injury. They were far enough away from her forest that she didn't deem it necessary to chase him out unless he forced her to do so.