Firefly Glen The more I see I understand

Charon had completely forgotten that Alya was there until the moment she was suddenly by his side, staring at the wolf that he had just spat his words at. He wasn't sure if he should pretend to be nice and diplomatic — nor if he wanted to — or if he should just do what he would do without her there. Or maybe he should consider he had an extra body if it was needed in a fight; although, last time he remembered that he had gained the upper hand quickly, so his arrogance demanded the thought he would likely win again now.

The Redhawk wolf's answer was irritating for sure. There was something different about her scent, he noticed now that he stood closer in her presence; she did not reek so much of Peregrine and Fox, or whatever their names were, so much. But before he could address it she started to speak and it instantly ruined any rational thought he had left. The way she spoke, as though she was the civil one here — how dare she. His stance remained hostile while he stared at her.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he spat at her. He considered saying that he bet she'd never found that child she was looking for and that it was dead now, but swallowed those words when he remembered that Alya stood beside him. Able to get himself under control he turned to look at his daughter and said with passive-aggressive gentle tones, "This is a wolf that was at our pack's borders a few months ago, when you were little. When I told her to fuck off she didn't and I had to almost rip her head off to prove my point, so now we hate her 'cause she's a dumb piece of shit and her pack is lead by morons. But it seems she hasn't learned her lesson yet, because here she is, on the flats near our mountain. What do you say we do with her?" He then turned his icy gaze back to the Caldera wolf, truthfully prepared to do whatever horrible thing his daughter might suggest they do (and completely unprepared for any non-horrible suggestions).