The best diplomat ever

Frustration boiled beneath the mottled girl's skin. It felt like the woman was purposely ignoring what she was saying to fit her own narrative, and the with the assumption rose familiar anger. All she wanted to do was take the pup and run, but there was a heavy risk that came with that choice. So she stood stiffly, visibly agitated.

"Didn't think there would be much to defend by the time I got here. I heard the news." She stated flatly. Even though her voice was level, the hostility still bubbled beneath. She didn't have the time nor energy to deal with this right now.

The other wolf addressed the pup and there was another surge of anger. She wasn't hers, but she certainly wasn't the stranger's. She'd let the pup greet her if she wished, but the mottled girl refused to let her harsh glare soften. If this woman tried anything, she wouldn't hesitate.