Trouble with a capital T

She returned bite with bite, and he scoffed at this. Did this damaged runt consider herself a healer? She couldn’t even save her own tail. What did she think she could do for the pack? "Du har inte bägge årorna i vattnet" He said, disdain in his gravelly voice clear. He took a step closer to her, then another one. What was she going to do about it?

He took another step. Close enough to reach out now. His eyes darted to the bag around her neck. Determining if he could snatch it off her shoulders. Not easily, but she was smaller than him, so her weight wasn’t going to be much leverage. That was the rules of the world. You fought for what you wanted, and if you couldn’t, you starved. He snagged a paw out in an attempt to grab at thestrap of her satchel.

"Speech"