hale cometh down upon our spines

There was that word again. Weakling. Knowing how she was raised, it really shouldn't have bothered her. None of her parents or any of her family ever made her feel small. No one ever bullied her, except maybe Hotate, but still, it had always been in a teasing manner. Words like that didn't usually get under her skin, but the way he glowered at her, the way he said it made her want to smack him across the face. Instead, as she stands there, shivering and wet, still feeling the hale pelt against her cloak, she growls. A fierce growl to her, but to others, it wasn't much.

"Old man not think you good enough to even get a den?" Delphi spits back as her fur begins to bristle. Stepping forward, closer to him, she kicks a lump of snow toward his fire. Whatever morsel of a flame he had conjured was now extinguished. "Cold? Figured someone like you wouldn't know what cold was considering how frozen your heart is," her words seethe through clenched teeth as her lip raises to reveal her elongated canines. Taking another step closer, all she could see was red. For some reason, whatever it was, the sight of this boy made her blood boil.