Sunspire Mountains Meet Cadeau

Talos gave a disgruntled twitch of one ear at the other's response—"run back to your MOM" particularly stung—her enthusiasm fading back rapidly to make way for the snark train to come roaring through. She'd hoped this wolf would be fun and interesting but her optimistic estimates of the chances of this were rapidly dropping. Oh yeah? Well whur's your pack then Miz Hoity-Toity Cadeau Nunuvya, hmm?! flashed back Talos. Whadda YOU think yer doin', runnin' roun' tryna tell others what ta do near their packlan's! Okay, near was probably a bit of a stretch, sure...but hey, Cadeau didn't have to know that. Right? She was just some dumb loner, and Talos told herself that this totally justified her own rudeness and taunts. It wasn't like some packless freak could outrank her or anything, after all, so what respect did she owe this brat?

Even though Talos herself hadn't been home much in quite some time, and it might be stretching the truth a little too to be so proudly holding herself above others as a loyal packwolf... but, well. Again. What the loner didn't know wouldn't hurt her; so there. Y'oughta know how it works b'now if yer so big and smart Miz 'Nunuvya BEEEEeeeznuss,' roun' 'ere. Your bizness is our bizness, blustered Talos, puffing herself up to increase her already hefty size, and placing one huge black paw assertively forward as if staking her claim.

...homg. That last (properly spelled/pronounced) sounds like the really cheesy tagline for some faceless giant corporation, Talos, wth...lol.

TALOScorp: your business IS our business.  >.>