all bark but no bite

She dropped her leg back to the ground, padded forward a couple steps, and inelegantly kicked the shale underfoot back over her marking. It was sort of polite, or so she had always been taught, not to just leave pee stains all over the place without at least covering them somewhat. All during this, Cara didn't seem to bat an eye, which was just as well for the black-toed Alpha, who always found it horribly awkward when a wolf questioned another wolf about their completely natural behaviour.

When Cara admitted to having only met one other, the Alpha female paused, flicking forward her ears and narrowing her eyes almost mischievously. The corner of her lip twisted up as she asked, “was it Lecter?” Nobody liked Lecter. Jinx liked Lecter, but even Ira had some sort of aversion to him, and most of the wolves who met him thought he stunk to high heaven, which he did. It would have been amusing indeed to the Kesuk if he was who Cara had met, for no doubt it had made her opinion of Silvertip Mountain fall considerably.

Lecter may have had a bad reputation, she privately thought, but he was a damn good healer and the only wolf she had ever deigned to love.