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Fire burned within her and something felt like it snapped -- the firebrand did not tolerate disrespect, especially from someone she barely knew, someone who made her feel so foolish. She watched as the wolfess trodded before her and stopped for a moment, watching tail swish behind her,  listening to her speak -- the words like knives against soft fur of her ears.

Andromaque rose to her paws and chased after her, paws seeking purchase against pale wolf as she aimed to shove the wolf to the snow-laden ground. "Is this what you want?" she growled, voice low, breath hot. If the move missed ... then she wouldn't speak, merely flee and hope she never had to see the wolf again.