At mér skyldi kaupa

She hadn't expected to get this far so when the uncertain voice called out to her to stop right there she was met with a questioning look rather than one of aggression. The girl was tiny and pale, and Róta lifted her head higher, hackles rising and tail lifting. She growled a warning for the girl to stand down. They certainly didn't have to do this over a few little plants. While others might have been here to taste blood, the Trygg woman just wanted to get this over with so she could crawl back into a bottle.

Róta stepped closer, crowding the smaller wolf. "Are a few flowers really worth your pretty hide?" She looked fierce, but her voice was soft, almost even flirtatious (if it wasn't obvious she was drowning under her own baggage). Her teeth flashed to gently close around the smaller wolf's muzzle, a token gesture, unless she really wanted to dance?