Duck Lake in the belly of the beast

Menta watched him take a few cautious steps away from her, although her own posture did not change - her golden eyes remained wide and fixed on his face, body was held as puffed out as it could go, and paws remained planted on the mushy shore. This was all a game to him, a game that was increasingly irritating her already shot nerves, and it was becoming more apparent as he spoke in his idiotic manner.

A name, he searched after her name again. Menta narrowed her eyes now - she had no intention of giving such a thing, although it truly wouldn't mean anything to him or anyone in this region. Her name may have held some semblance of power far away from here - at least, her last name - but now all it held was the proud memories of such a time. You've been given more than enough, she threw at him, full of regret at giving him anything now.

You need to go back to where you came from now. The spoken command was matched with tensed muscles, ready to spring and chase him off if he wasn't willing to make the necessary adjustments without help. This wasn't her claimed land, but she certainly didn't see any other wolves threatening her perceived and very temporary place to make such demands.