Qeya River like blood to a vampire

She bit back a growl at what he called her. He was rude! 
at his scathing dismissal she glared at him, indignant and frustrated. "Your mother should have taught you better manners. And I should have let you freeze to death or drown." She snapped. "Speak to the wrong wolf that way and you'll have your tail ripped off and handed to you."  Her soft saphire blues had turned Icy, and the Umbre female stood her ground. Just because she was gentle and soft spoken didn't mean she would tolerate disrespect.