fumes of lust

Fuji's spine stiffened at the words that left the man's mouth, eyes narrowing and chin lifting as she turned to face him. For a small wolf, she'd certainly mastered the art of looking down her nose at others. She'd spent her whole life being underestimated based on her size alone, but her time with her grandmother had done little to dampen her insufferable pride. She squinted at the man, visibly weighing him up and clearly finding him wanting. "Why should I bother defendin' m'self ter a male so puffed up on 'is own sense of importance there’s barely 'nough space in th' clearin' fer his enormous head? If yer dunno what I'm tryin' ter do, perhaps yer should shut yer gob." She wasn't usually so talkative, but something about the stranger and his insistence on weighing in where an opinion wasn't asked for irked her.

Her nose wrinkled like she had smelled something unpleasant while she waited to see if he would react.

"speech"