How far I'll go

Mammon might have been tempted rush him and tear his throat if she wasn't suddenly very much aware of the aching of her torn paw and that it would be suicide to attack as she was now. The viper might have thought highly of herself but she wasn't a fool and she had so much more she wanted to do; so instead she watched him with narrowed eyes and barred fangs, her hatred plain upon her face. 

"I simply wish to talk." Mammon snorted in derision, venom dripping from her lips as she spoke, her voice clear and loud, it's very tone stained with her pain and her anger. "Is that what you told Bel- Belphegor before you sons of bitches ripped his heart from his chest?" Her voice hitched slightly as she spoke her brother's name. "Or was he not worth even speaking too before his brutal murder?" She spat the word as if it was poison in her mouth. 

In truth she did not know which of her "uncles and aunts" had been there, had done the deed and she didn't care. She and her siblings hadn't been given the benefit of a doubt for their father's sins and so she wouldn't give them one for the sins of one of their own. "I'm sure you cowards feel so good about yourselves, killing a wolf who never once fought back." The most slothful of her siblings she could just imagine the wolf in front of her attacking him as he napped.