Deepwood Weald Fell for these Ocean Eyes

She had wasted enough time on the whelp. The sickly little worm would die out here, and Nemisis had no intention of preventing that fact. 
"Disgusting creature." She snapped, irritated. "Fine. You want to die a slow and painful death go ahead. But keep your miserable, flea infested, putrid pelt away from my forest. I wouldn't want my pack catching anything." She turned sharply, drawing herself up to full height before calling over her shoulder. "No wonder your mother abandoned you. There are wolves like me, Royalty, power. And wolves like you. Miserable weak wretches meant to be nothing and no one before they die alone. A smart shewolf knows the difference and will cull the weak." She had half a mind to deliver a nasty bite or swipe to the pup, but the thought of catching whatever disease she had made her shiver with disgust. So instead she sniffed, turning her nose up at the thing and padding her way back toward Ravensblood Forest.