Tuktu Weir queen of numbers

The movement was one that Queenie took as a threat and, being the wolf that she was, she responded with one of her own — a bubbling growl that crackled from the depths of her throat like licks from a fresh flame. Where he was before had been too close, but where he was now, it seemed like he was offering a challenge. Not only was he too close to her, but he was too close to home; Queenie didn't appreciate his front.

If you fought back, she replied, her growl now quieting to a low hum, then you didn't fight back good enough. There was a pause while she looked him once over, trying to gauge his ability and sniff out what he was hiding. Don't pity yourself.