Phoenix Maplewood stitches

"What the fuck's a zuhfruh?" she asked aloud, though she didn't really expect the coyote to answer her this time. The little cretin was obviously a primitive beast with a primitive language. This was the first she'd heard of that tongue and, if she had anything to say about it, the last. She wouldn't have these coyotes chattering away about her in some foreign tongue. If ever she caught them at it, the lead female would skin them head to toe. Maybe then she'd bed down on their pelts, see if Reek was ever any the wiser...

Startled by these violent thoughts, which were uncharacteristic, Saena shook her head and said, "nevermind. Go on then." With a sharp jab of her snout toward the trees, she dismissed the young coyote so that both of them could go do more important things. Not that coyotes had important things to do as far as Saena knew, but she certainly did. Alphas weren't alphas for no reason.