The Sentinels how depressing

Daggerjaw let out a full-blown laugh at that threat. “Awww,” she drawled out, “only a big, strong purebred wolf would say something so threatening to little old me. Maybe you can smell the coyote in me, yeah? That why you’re being so mouthy?” Finally, the wolf came into view through the dead trees and ash. “No wonder I couldn’t find you. You’re the same color as everythin’ else in this dead forest, yeah?” Dagger stood her ground and grinned at the wolf. “Listen, ain’t we cousins? My mama was a wolf, like you. No need to get your tail in a twist, yeah?”

She was toying with the female, but not too much. If she really was close to a pack’s territory she really didn’t want to push it. She didn’t need the whole horde to come down on her head.