The little stranger-wolf pitched a high whine in his ear as she warned him of his folly, and at the merest pressure of her teeth clutching at his nape Dimas whirled on her in a fury, all thunder and lightning and flashing eyes as he rumbled his displeasure. The sudden force of his momentum was a foolish choice; as his hind legs sought purchase from behind, Dimas found only empty air as the hillock descended at a sharp angle and he suddenly landed against the hard earth with a whallop.
Whether or not she was dragged down with him was the question; the wind was still too violent to tell, and he was presently laying against his side.
Petulant, asinine, interfering -he started angrily, then quickly stifled himself.
Begrudgingly - he realized she had been right.
With great dignity he rose.
Gloat if you wish,Dimas said, lips set in a firm line.
It is not the first time Houtu has spoken through the lips of another, and I did not heed her warning.