Moonspear your protector

Alya's eyes narrowed as the other wolf hailed her. Resigned as she claimed to be, she still found the idea of conversing with the male somewhat repugnant. Still, she gathered herself in a prim, important motion - rather like some large, black bird mantling its wings - and continued toward Rannoch, carrying herself with slightly more pom and cirumstance than she might normally.

"Hello," she simpered, pausing purposefully to urinate right over the spot he'd just marked. "Out patrolling, hm?"

She gave him a long look and then turned her head, as though she'd just read a book about his life and had found it severly lacking.