Cedar Sweep I'm just burnt out from pleasing you

One second the coast was clear for her sunbathing, the next there was this big, white wolf coming in and not looking all too friendly. Perhaps she drifted to sleep.
Vanity's lips pursed, her red gaze pinning the wolf. A mother, certainly. From the nearby pack, and was perhaps a slightly higher up member. Why was she on patrol outside the borders?

Vanity rose up to her merger height compared to the grump bag before her. Her hackles raised and she started to assess the woman. What was her purpose?
"Looking for something?" She cooed with mirth hinting at her tone, wondering if she'd strike a cord. She didn't like to be disturbed so rudely. Perhaps she was looking for a snatched child - or a wandering one.
She started to slink around the woman, looking for weakness or backup.