Lake Rodney hanging off my earlobe is a rock

Wolfscent and growls alerted her attention- she winced as she glanced up to him, a young boy, likely barely a yearling. It was amusing to her that she likely knew more of the wolves' history in this land than he did... but a young boy was a threat just like any other, and especially in her injured state she could not risk it. Her tail and spine flared up like a fire. Hey, I know I look like wolfmeat at the moment, but don't come any closer, man! I got a fearsome bite! She half-spoke half-hissed, motioning her muzzle in the direction ahead as if to say scurry off now, kid.