Dragoncrest Cliffs No to your letters love

Another who thought if they owned one place, they owned them all.  Funnily, Rosalyn too thought of Drageda, and immediately Wylla equated herself to them with enough similarity that Rosalyn's lip lifted briefly.  It was not a pleasant memory.

As she drew closer, she too could size Wylla up.  Larger, younger, but likely arrogant.  If Rosalyn fought fair she would likely lose, but she had no intention of making it easy, and she had a pack behind her.  She'd call her crew in a heartbeat if Wylla tried anything, and could likely hold her own until at least a couple others arrived.  She had no pride to uphold.

Another pack who looks to own what they don't claim.  How original. she said with a touch of a sneer behind the tone.  Then her voice straightened, direct.  These cliffs are ours.  I've no interest in seeing them claimed by another, not after the last time.  She stopped in her advance a distance away, enough that a short sprint would close it, but neither could move on the other without warning.  She needed to get a measure of this wolf and her pack, as well as how strong their claim to this place was.

We are tired of fighting.. She remembered the weariness in Erzulie, but that only made her own anger rise even more.  Why was it, every time they tried, they only ended up against the wall once more?

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