Whitebark Stream Hate is a fine antidote for fear.

@Bhediya I'm confused because he didn't challenge her at all.   xD

She looked up at him, though her expression momorphed swiftly into something else entirely. The wolfess glowered in his direction, a bitterness for him clear in the scowl she revealed, and Artyom blinked right back at her - utterly lost as to what changed.

Perhaps she hadn't appreciated his question, though he failed to understand why. He spoke it with a smile and light humour, having bounced her own enquiry right back at her. The golden ranger parted his jaws to apologise, even though he felt it unnecessary, when his newest acquaintance retched on the ground between them.

He took a hurried step backward, eager to avoid splashback (which was inevitable, he realised too late) and so surprised at the display, out loud he uttered: "Ебена мать!"

Artyom gawked at his puke-smattered forelimbs, earthen eyes wide with horror even as the dark wolfess announced an explanation, and looked up as she made her retreat without another word.

Gaze flitted between her departing figure and the steaming puddle of bile and stomach contents on the ground, his thoughts along the lines of what the fuck just happened!?