Blackfeather Woods Breathe No More

Nemesis growled even louder at the fox's timid reply. Her experiences with their kind were always bad. Most of them, she found, were very self righteous and she had no time for them. It was time someone taught their race a lesson in manners, that is, if they had the brain capacity to learn something.
 She glared her menacing, cold eyes into the fox's, showing exactly what kind of wolf she was. Not to be messed with. 
The fox actually looked terrified and looked like he would spring away any moment. That wouldn't do, not at all. He tried to take her meal, and wanted to get away without consequences, but that wouldn't happen. She was in no mood for mercy. 
She was about to carry out the punishment when suddenly, she had an idea. 
The fox looked hungry, and she had lot's to share. Perhaps she could get him to do something later in exchange for a piece of the deer and his life. 
"Hello, fox. My name is Nemesis. Who are you?" She slyly asked, a sudden change in tone. It would not go un-noticed but if she wanted to get what she wanted, she had to play nice.