Hushed Willows sveppum

Valmúa shifted, looking behind her, ears standing in alert. Was it a Court wolf, back to try to stake a claim? She would have no trouble running off those weaklings. After her run in with them after the Court's dispersal, she was convinced they were emotional idiots.
But in fact, it was not someone she recognized. Narrowing her eyes, she sniffed at the stranger. Her lip twinged. Who the fuck had the nerve to follow her? Who are you? She demanded, only able to sense it was a woman by the scent. Her tail waved slowly, aggressively behind her. Her shoulders fluffed. She did not appreciate this skulking weirdo.