Eleanor lifted her lip just slightly to show her fangs, a low growl rumbling from her throat. She was not sure what this stranger wanted, and as she spoke the woman raised an eyebrow. "Careful, you're bleeding." She said, her tone threatening- as if at the first sign of movement, she would make the stranger bleed elsewhere. She took the time that they spent standing in front of each other to observe the other- her stance, how she moved, breathed, and snarled. Waiting for her to attack, perhaps, and studying her every move should she do so. The wolf was not one to pick fights, although her bristly demeanor often put her in the way of some very angry wolves. Her tail gave an uncertain flick. She was just standing there- what was she doing?

It seemed her question would be answered with the snarled words. Eleanor blinked, her gaze turning from hostile to curious. She took a step away from the pheasant, eyes wild with confusion and curiosity, though her tail still remained above her back. "What?" She hissed, trying to sound domineering but failing slightly- somehow, this was scarier than it had been just staring at each other.

Eleanor had no idea what the stranger could possibly be referring to. "Nothing's wrong with me, you just came in here and-" She was cut off as the female lept forwards and she darted out of the way, panting. For some reason the woman thought that maybe the stranger wasn't referring to their current situation. She was referring to something different, though she couldn't put her paw on what it was. She watched, head raised, as the stranger tore into the pheasant. There wouldn't be anything left of it once her fangs were done with it. Eleanor's ears pricked forward to catch her final words, and she frowned slightly. "Who smells good? Do I?"