Luneshale Pass songbird

her own hackles rose, but she did not bare any fang. 
it wouldn't be wise to attack a nebet of Akashingo. surely then will the wolves bring death. curt and stern her tone, Racharra stood tall. she was not afraid of measly coyote, but her gaze sharpened, glancing around. 
one coyote is fine, she thought, but anymore would absolutely be too much for her.