Honeyed Pasture one false prayer wielding blasphemy

His demand only fueled her anger as well as made this a matter of stupid pride—now she surely wouldn't back down, if only to prove that she was not some child to be ordered around. She matched any snarl of his with one of her own, bristling further to show she would not be going anywhere. 

Her anger already reaching explosive levels, she lurched forward a bit and snapped her teeth as another growl rumbled from her chest. She also didn't really want this to end in a fight, but she was too stubborn and prideful to just let it go and leave. So she didn't necessarily make the first move, but she pushed things a little further in the hope that he would back down; whether or not he actually would, she didn't know, but she had a feeling this would end the way neither of them wanted.