Mekoa took up a spot just inside the door, her back against the corner and in the shadows. Drawing up her dark cowl that blended into the shadows perfectly, she withdrew a scarf and wrapped it around the lower half of her face. She folded herself in such a way that she was small and could easily move into a fighting stance. Smoke wafted into her nostrils and she snarled.<span style="font-style: italic">How dare the person hunting them provoke them in such a way!</span>she thought with her upper lip exposing an elegant fang. Mastering herself quickly, she forced her teeth normal and watched the doorway.