Brightly colored crimson ferns made way for their Queen, parting with each step she took. Some bent and broke beneath her powerful paws, while others bowed down to her glory-. Nightshade's head jerked to the right, red towers pressed forward, who dared to intrude on her daydreaming? The yearling studied the looming trees with mahogany eyes before resting on the criminal. It was a squirrel! An evil enemy who must be snuffed out! Biting back a snarl she coiled her body up, slinking to the ground with ease. Her little spy rested high within a tree, snacking on some sort of nut. He couldn't have been very good at his job for he took no notice to the creeping wolf's approach. Her steps silent, body rigid with anticipation.

It seemed luck was in her paws today, for the unlucky participant's butter fingers caused him to accidentally drop his precious nut. Foolishly he scurried down the tree to retrieve it, right into the hungry beast's path. Mercilessly the wolf tore through ferns, jaws opening to smash down upon his small body with delicacy, if just to torture him. His angry little cries filled her ears as she tossed him up towards clouds then jumped, strong legs propelling her to her snack, mouth slowly reopening. A loud crunch could be heard as she snatched him, followed by the thudding of the Asurn's contact with ground. It squirmed in her grasp, twisting to bite her lip as if to say, 'Free my leg bitch!'. Treating him like a chew toy she shook her head viciously back and forth before slamming him into a broad trunk. As she smiled ear to ear she dropped him to the forest floor, watching the injured thing struggle towards his only safety. "How sad," Her mocking tone of voice would the last sound he would hear. Swiftly she stepped up, placing one paw on his head and another on his tail, then with precise movements, as if this was a practiced protocol, ripped his weak little spine out. Blood splattered onto her agouti coat, and she grinned red, allowing the bone to fall. Satisfaction didn't come easy to the girl as she carefully tore one leg off at a time. Then she took his insides, spilling them messily about the foliage.

By the time she was done there were squirrel parts all over the place, for example, a tail draping off of a fern with blood rolling down it's green body. Nightshade was cleaning her mess up, of course, refusing to waste any piece of fresh meat. She took time to round up what could be found and eat it with haste. Licking moist chops happily Night let out a pleasured, "Mmmm," before carrying on with her day, leaving the scene of an unnecessary hunting tactic. She strolled out with a tall proud posture, tail flagged naturally behind.

'Was that really all that necessary?', the voice caught her off guard, causing heat to warm up her cheeks, but Nightshade ignored the girl until all emotion drained from visibility. Turning around to face the other timber she gave a bloody smile, a single ear flickering. Without a wasted second she approached the other wolf, bursting her personal space bubble, and whispered into her ear, "Was it really necessary for you to trespass into my lands?" Her voice airy and light, with a malicious intent woven within. The yearling stepped back and made a move to snatch Leotie's muzzle while saying, "If you bow down before me now I shall forgive your error, weakling."

Expecting rebuttal Nightshade lifted herself lightly, and if she had ever attained it, tightened her grip on @Leotie as she pressed forward in attempt to push her to the ground. Her banner waved proudly behind,  screaming I'm the boss! Night knew she was the stronger female here just by looking at the house pet before her. It smelt funny, like some other...thing...non-wolf had been living with it. Not to mention the lack of muscles rippling beneath her pelt, the ones given to the Asurn through dedication, hard work, and genetics. The it before her was very possibly a stain on the legacy of all timber wolves who had come before it.

Toxin let out a low rumbling growl that gurgled up her throat and slipped forth from wicked teeth, she meant business. Mahogany orbs narrowed...

Nightshade was furious now, "You're on my family's land, without our permission." She spoke bluntly to the other girl, rolling her mahogany orbs to show how much of a moron the other wolf was. Then she raised her voice, "Not to mention, challenging me! Don't you know it's rude to look another in the eyes?" She spat angrily. Of course this was all moments before the Asurn had a firm grip on the strange it. When Leotie pushed back there was a moment of shock passing over her face, she wasn't expecting such strength.

Glaring into the it's eyes she issued another angry growl, lifting her vocals much higher now. Pushing all of her weight forward she once more attempted to flatten the stranger. Nightshade lifted her front paws off the ground and tried to place them on top of her shoulders. Toxin was an Asurn and this would end however she so wished! Feeling a surge of determination the witch pressed harder, clamping down around the pet's muzzle with more force than before. Sharp teeth possibly raking the fragile skin as she made a move to shake the other woman's head back and forth.

Then with a harsh jerk she attempted to throw the yearling's head over and use her front paws to send her toppling to the ground. "This can all end if you simply bow to me." She rumbled out, chin tucked in,  her neck bunched to protect delicate skin. Mahogany eyes were narrowed into tiny slits, tail aglinged with her spine, and ears hidden amongst red strands. The young girl moved her legs so that she wouldn't be an easy target to plow over. With another growl she lifted her spiked up self higher to appear even more menacing.

The woman fell beneath Nightshade, restoring her confidence enough that she allowed curiosity to get the better end of her attention. Letting go of the it with one more final squeeze she said, "What do you mean? How do you not understand all of this? Don't you know what it means to be a wolf?" The way she uttered the word was clearly meant to cause some sort of intense emotion to stir. Just to rattle the Rhys enough to stop being so foolish and show a lick a bit of sense outta her. The agouti beast stepped back silently, eyes daring Leotie to try and escape. A proud tail still flagged above the girl's reddish back, posture tall and very much regal.

Snorting in irritation the impatient creature awaited a speedily reply if she were to give this thing a chance to amuse her. It wasn't that she was trying to show mercy, Night was just genuinely confused about the naivety before herself. It made no sense to the Asurn that a wolf didn't know that looking another in the eyes was rude and a clear challenge. The only time acceptable was brief glances, or, well, in other packs she assumed loved ones. Of course that was weakness and she quickly shoved the thought from her mind.

Snorting even louder, a single ear flickering, the yearling seemed to communicate in another way. As if saying well come on already, tell me what you mean little bitch! Growing bored Toxin split her lips for a show of teeth to warn the other that she quite frankly wasn't in the mood to tolerate bullshit. Technically she had the time, especially since it built upon her experience, but this? This was irking every part of her very being! A snarl emitted from her rusty maw.