Shackles made of steel and bones

That was his mistake. She was not amused with him, and in fact she found him quite boring. "Quizás para matarte, o algo así. (Maybe to go kill yourself, or something.)" She said, knowing that if he didn't understand then he wouldn't have to be too offended. "Your poor tail falling off is all you care about?" she asked, "That's unfortunate.. Some wolves have precious families or mates, but all you have is your tail..." She considered taking it, just to piss him off further. Just to rip it right of his body, and she chuckled. What a low life to have, "I was unaware that the cold bothered you that much." For the cold was the least of her problems, and sometimes she welcomed it.

She sat her rump down, "Seems like you've got a lot to worry about. The cold, your tail.. Quite interesting. What else do you have to cry about?" she asked, a hint of a growl in her voice as she inquired about his pathetic life. Her eyes narrowed and hackles rose, test me. "I'm Verana, by the way. You are?" she asked, wanting to know the name of the male who cared more about himself than anything else. Selfish and stupid bastard who she had bothered to confront, maybe she would have to teach him a lesson, play with him for awhile, and then simply leave. Both of them seemed quite arrogant, and they probably wouldn't be getting along anytime soon. She didn't care though, and in fact she didn't want to get along with him. She would gladly destroy him, but she would let him talk first and give him some time to flee before she made a move. How dangerous the mind was, how dangerous Verana was, and he had no clue. That was his fault though, he had simply made the wrong move, and she would make him pay for it.