DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU GOT INTO

A dark form was caught in her peripheral vision, and slowly would the broad cranium pivot upon it's powerful neck, primrose coloured optics fixing upon the strange man. A wolf. Of fucking course. When someone tries to escape something, it chases them all the way into their hideaway. A low growl of annoyance escaped her powerful jaws as she stood and approached the dark lupine. A stray thought tugged at her conscience, curving her lips up into a dark smile. She would love to have that pelt blanketing her nest. Seating herself on the bank opposite the acid eyed canine, she glared at the mutt. "Why is it when someone seeks peace from the incessant whining of you pathetic mongrels, you chase them all the way to their happy place?" She demanded lazily, her thickly accented Russian tones a growl of agitation. Long tail flicked beside her as she waited for the dark canid to answer the question that was no doubt above his intelligence level. A dark lip lifted in disdain as she watched the skinny creature, unimpressed by his sudden appearance while she was trying to get away from the damned lupines that infested this god forsaken lands.