"Well," Ylva says, "good."

It's casual snarling about territory. It's necessary and important to draw lines like this, around things and people that are important and should not be drawn into... whatever this is that she and Siffleur have going on.

She pulls off a chicken leg and thigh, holding it between her front paws to take bites from. "It's good to hear that you can manage to make friends. I dunno how good you are at it. But at least you're doing it."