Honeyed Pasture one false prayer wielding blasphemy

The snarl and snap of teeth in her face made her hackles raise, and instead of doing to the smart thing and turning to leave him to his measly meal, she bristled. Her muscles tensed and a vicious snarl left her own throat, her lips raising to show the white of her teeth. Clearly she wouldn't back down, nor would she let some bad-tempered loner push her around and treat her like a nuisance after she had just finished helping his ungrateful ass.

She didn't lunge forward yet, but she continued to posture and snarl, making it clear that if he pushed things further, she would retaliate. Had she been in a better state of mind, she would have seen how reckless she was being, but she didn't care at this point; she just wanted to teach him a lesson.