Lone Star Mountain Just like a wartime novelty

Watching the shadow wolfess, his ears turned towards her and caught every word. He raised his brows, an almost amused expression in his eyes. Cowtow to wolves? What did she think he was? A coyote? Running his tongue slowly over his large incisors, he tilted his head, his voice now almost dangerous. You expect me to take their mouthy comments?
Pausing for a moment, he scratched underneath his chin. The movement caused him to wince slightly, but his face never changed. Shaking himself out, he looked at her once more. You tell me I can tear into one that mouths off to me, and I'll be ready to follow you anywhere. He quirked an eyebrow and waited.