Lake Rodney And even monsters can do good in this world.

"I agree, that is an effing stupid question," Wraen murmured and with ears drawn back she listened, how the stranger shouted profanities at her. The good thing in this awkward situation was - that she was not the main target. It was easy to imagine that, had she been that "fucking-bitch-ass-coward", then she would not be standing here so calmly, but would probably walk around with a face half-torn off. Or something just as gruesome. 

"It's okay, it's okay," Wraen shrugged and sat down, deciding that - prehaps - if she listened long enough the other one would calm down enough to talk properly. "He is a bastard and do not deserve you, even though I have no idea, who he is," she was sympathetic. "That must hurt," she pointed out to the toenail the loud wolf had torn off.