Minutes after she settled down onto the massive boulder that stuck out of the tall grass, a faintly familiar aroma wafted through her nose. It took her a slight moment to register who it was. But once she realized it, a growl spilled from her lips and her minty green eyes narrowed. Mirabelle was definitely on the woman's bad side. After the disrespectful action she pulled toward Bass, Wren decided to ignore her presence within Abaven all she could. But now the woman was here- probably to pretend she was friendly perhaps? Yeah, sure. The dame knew exactly how she was. And even though she was ranked higher than her...Wren wouldn't let her push her around. "Hope you don't mind the rat returning, little bird," The Mruni cringed, allowing a louder growl to erupt from the depths of her throat. Dominance laced in with the tone of the russet-hued dame...and Wren hated it. She thought she was higher than her. No, not even close. Bass made a mistake by allowing her back into the pack after she ran off without a word of explanation. Wren, sucking in an easy breath, turned her head toward Mirabelle with a snort.
"Unfortunately, I do mind. Now if your going to stick around- I'd love if you would just swallow your shitty attitude toward me." The dame didn't care if she was acting disrespectful, or rude. Wren really would care less with this woman. As long as no violence was involved...the girl didn't care. Growling, the woman lowered onto her stomach and huffed, resting her chin onto her ankles and tucking her tail around her. Yeah, she could report her attitude to Motif or Bass. Why did it matter? "Speech"
