Phoenix Maplewood bad chick

Her cool blue gaze lifted for a split second, then dropped again, lingering on the moving water. "Danger," she answered simply and truthfully. She wasn't being petulant for the sake of it, though Regipre could tell it didn't make much of a difference to the she-wolf. She already seemed fed up with the young coyote's behavior.

"Sorry," she said, unaware that she had slipped into the Dothoran tongue. It was one of the first words Tomahawk had taught her pups, a testament to their intended upbringing. Reggie flattened her ears and lowered her head, frowning slightly but expression mostly blank. She still anticipated punishment of some sort and was braced for it.