Heron Lake Plateau the burning bed

Towhee liked to think she cut an imposing figure, yet it was rare that another wolf cowered before her like this. She peered down the line of her snout, wondering if she was really that frightening or if the stranger was simply predisposed to fearful reactions. Probably a little of both, she surmised.

"You must be Camilla," the Beta rumbled, seating herself with a muffled thump. "There's some sort of joke here," she added, talking to herself and peering upward now, "about how it was my brother who asked if you could sleep with us, but instead you're sleeping with—or on top of, rather—our dead sister..." Her orange gaze dropped back to the Iota, wondering what kind of reaction this declaration would elicit.