Blacktail Deer Plateau And with that shadow upon the ground,

Ekki fokking líklegt.
As though Valmúa would apologize to a stranger for no wrong. It wasn't as though she had stolen a kill or openly insulted. The fur along the base of her tail raised with her fluffy neck. She did not appreciate the demand, but her stare did not falter save for a subtle twinge of a lip.
No. The answer was plain. In it she carried no threat. The fire woman was not about to let some óverðugur woman of this new place make random demands of her. And so, Valmúa asked again. What is the name of it? Her guard remained up.
She would not win a fight.