Bramblepoint jar of flies

The brush hissed with the presence of another creature. Shandra instantly lifted her head, ears twitching around until they found the direction from which the noise had come. Before she could react, a voice ensued, and this was what informed her that another wolf, a female, had entered the scene. Shandra hummed briefly before answering, 

Pain tolerance. That was all that came from her before she lowered her snout to the strawberries again, smiling, entertained by the sounds of the stranger's stuggles and difficulties.