DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU GOT INTO

The wolf seemed to take offence, but the dog was quite the little actor. A deep bow was offered as penance to the powerful beast as his voice grated in her rounded audits. Her grin broadened as she listened to the dignified grovelling, and she nearly purred with dark mirth. "What is your name, Tot, kto ne prinadlezhit." She growled, less harsh than before. A wolf who understood her superiority, or at least acted like they did, always looked better in her pale golden eyes. She did not move a muscle to close the distance between the lupine and herself, because despite her ability to tolerate the ones who recognized their inferiority, she still wanted to be as far from them as possible. Examining her massive paws one at a time, she discovered yet another split claw, which she had to remove. Putting it between her teeth, the monster clamped down on the sliver that had separated and tore it from the healthy talon. Her ghostly yellow polls remained fixed on the dark mutt as she waited for his reply.