Anya turned, staring directly at Vladimir. 'So [i]that's[/i] what that smell was.' she thought to herself. She really didn't associate with werewolves much, much less werewolf hybrids, so she had an even harder time figuring out just what he was. "I'll handle this.." she spoke, chuckling lowly. She was about to speak further, but as soon as she began Einar and Ember entered the bar like it was their house, like they were actually [i]welcome[/i] here. She emitted a low growl, which in reality didn't sound threatening at all and sounded more like an angry Chihuahua. First, she turned to address Vladimir "You heard Jon, shoo Mr. Mutt. Before I get really angry." She spoke, her voice full of nothing but pure hate, and her facial expression looking like she was ready to kill every single person in the room that she didn't particularly like. And then Ember threatened them all, and that tore it. She didn't draw her weapon, not yet. She knew she wasn't allowed to kill members of the other families unless they directly posed a threat to herself or other Capers, but that didn't mean she wasn't allowed to beat them up or yell at them. 

Anya practically ran to reach her, she didn't really care if Einar was beside her or not, he wasn't the one making the threats for once. "Listen lady, we didn't kill the rest of your mutt friends. I would know if we did, and we didn't. Where do you get off barging in here acting like you own the place, ruining our air with your wet dog smell HMM?" Anya practically yelled at her, she was really pissed off. Even though she had just done the same minus the smell a bit ago, that was beside the point, her family actually did own the bar. "And THEN you threaten us like you actually EXPECT us to care enough to bother to interfere with your 'investigation'. Hmph. As far as I'm concerned, both of you can leave RIGHT NOW. Orrr, I can toss you out, possibly in more than one piece."

Anya paused momentarily, glaring between the two. "Your choice.". Anya was fully prepared to fight both if not all three of the people she'd most likely just pissed off, Einar and the mysterious man were the only ones she didn't feel fully confident in being able to win against. Not because they were taller, being shorter actually had it's advantages in fights, but because they both seemed older, even older than she was. And age generally meant power in the realm of the supernatural.

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