Wild Pack Of Family Dogs

The yip reached her ears before her eyes could catch the movement of russet fur. A snarl played on her lips as she crept towards the commotion. The last thing she needed was another male wolf trying to "Make friends" with her. She practically spat at the thought. Her tail raised and the long hairs on her neck stood on end. "Show yourself!" She screamed, drool dribbling from her gums and onto the ground. She had no time for games, no time to waste on fools. She needed to rejoin a pack, and with Valhalla all but gone, the leading house no longer ruling it, she would seek refuge anywhere else. A healer had no place leading a pack. They were too softhearted, too feint, too weak. She shook the thought from her mind and barked angrily, demanding that the foreigner show itself.

Speech!