Feel my wrath!

Citadel wrinkled his nose, both at the strange words, and the strange posture of the wolf before him. He’d briefly met Yara, but couldn’t really remember her and even then she had just risen out of slavery, so he wasn’t accustomed to quite the level of submission this wolf gave. “Why do you call them that? They’re Bas and Iggy, Mum and dad, Warlord and Consort.” He said, stepping into the room the orange wolf had taken over.

“Whys your leg look all funny like that? Who are you?” He ambushed her with words and questions, coming to a stop before the funny wolf. He was a season old, and had so much growing to do, but already he was almost her height.