I Need The Bugger So I Can See

"You're damn right I'm scary!" He roared, slobber falling from his open maw into a pool next to the violet wolf's head. He pressed a paw into his chest and snarled, his jaws clamping shut, inches from the other wolf's face "What kind of a wolf are you?! You're more of a rabbit than you are a wolf!" Friends with dead birds? Bellying over at a snap of his scruff? This was no wolf at all, at least not in Feanor's eyes.

"Speech"
'thoughts'