The tawny wolf turned towards the new voice, the scowl still ever-present. Another wolf to interrupt her hunts—god forbid! If she died of starvation, she knew exactly who to blame.

This pompous BASTARD.

As the tall she-wolf asked her question, Kaelan opened her mouth to speak. Yet, of course— 'I don't have any.' She huffed out through gritted teeth, slumping down onto her haunches. Err, yeah, great. Good for you. I've got a problem, her gaze shifted to the silken-furred stranger, I'm gonna starve to death... and it's his fault! She spat angrily, fur standing on end.

The glimmer of triumph in his eyes, the condescending simper upon his face—it hadn't gone unnoticed. Kaelan let out a growl of annoyance and let her claws dig into the ground—oh, how she wished it was his skin. '...except for the fact that I seem to have just… arrived in this place somehow. I know nothing of this land and… I might be unfamiliar with its ways.' As if she cared about his stupid little sob-story. 'I’m so sorry to have caused you trouble, dear lady.'

The moment his extravagant apologies left his lips, she whipped her head towards him, raising her rear slightly as though she were about to approach him—yet, no. Not worth the effort. Yeah. Yeah, right. You aren't sorry. Indignant, incredulous, infuriated. She tapped her paw impatiently against the cool, firm earth, silently awaiting for this stupid conversation to end.