is this a better size difference?

Vesper was agonisingly bored. That wasn’t an entirely new sensation, but she never had handled it well. There were a multitude of reasons why she was scarred to kingdom come, and had recently almost died. She was yet to meet many Armada wolves, with her mobility severely limited with how utterly ripped open her back and tendons had been. So when she heard steps outside the door, she dismissed it as Oleander.

It wasn’t unusual for Oleander to stop near her bed, so even when she heard them sit, she studiously ignored them. Oleander was keeping her locked up in this boring den, she could pretend she hadn’t heard him for a little while longer.

But the voice, the voice that was not Oleander. She turned sharply, which sent a wave of dizziness through her body. The strange, mossy toned wolf was not someone she had ever seen before. How strange. “Murder.” She said dryly, sarcastically, and untruthfully.

"Speech"