The woman could feel some fallen berries beneath her paws, squishing and letting the red liquid ease between her extended claws. It stained her fur, the urge to instantly lean her neck down and lick up the mess slowly drifting her concentration off the attackers. Of course, she pushed that thought back and raised her tail, claiming dominance. She stared into the male’s eyes, letting Ash handle the honey gold and silver man. She would demand he break before helping out Ash. She wasn’t one with a big ego, but it was fair-sized, and it was wired into a wolf’s mind not to back down. She couldn’t afford Ash getting tired, she’d have to leave this show-down eventually and get back on schedule. For now, she made herself seem as large as possible, reaching a threatening height above the boy.
The female’s chiselled expression didn’t even twitch from anger to shock hearing the man’s words. Instead she kept her face emotionless, totally blank and unreadable. The smaller male’s words were intense, but she couldn’t find it in herself to believe them. She knew much about Ash, and a cruel murderer he was not. Maybe if there was a reason behind it, like he had taken karma into his own hands and fought for justice. Of course, she could never do that herself, not to the point of killing another, but she could accept him for it. Listening to the snarling small brute, Vafri’s stories seemed more truthful than his words. Treena wasn’t a foolish wolf, she understood, but one opinion meant nothing, even more so when the male she disrespected. The young brown wolf staring into her meant nothing, just a road-block. Her eyes darted from Kashikoi to Ash, and she pursed her lips in frustration. <b>“Only fools assume what they do not understand.” </b>
The words escaped her mouth quite politely, as if asking a name or commenting on the weather. She focused on him for a moment, growling, snarling. A savage at best, the little monster seemed quite enraged. At least she managed her frustration behind a well-constructed costume, which only hinted the danger of provoking such a lethal creature. Oh, how she’d love to fight him, shake him from his false reality and show him who he was messing with. That, though, would not serve the female any pride. She knew she could take on others of a smaller physique. He’d have to learn that lesson from someone else, or maybe, if she was lucky, she’d run into him once more. A fight with him would be amusing, especially near the mountains. With a frustrated smile, she gave the biggest insult possible.
She just left.
Of course she didn’t prolong the moment and give him a chance to attack. Her seductive figure nearly tilted and curled in an unusual and breathless way, making it near impossible to judge. It was also slightly distracting, especially to those who had never seen her turn the charm on the way she was now. She didn’t sprint, but she was taking no joyful walk on the beach. If he wanted, he could catch up and try his chances once more, but her pleasing eyes were focused on Koda as she gave a bark or two. She didn’t want to fight the male. She was hoping to tire him out, a game of chase. Unlike strength and speed, it is hard to tell how high someone’s endurance. Treena knew nothing of Koda’s, and he knew nothing of hers. She only knew her own, and with the confidence, she gave herself up as diversion.