The Heartwood I'm gonna run this nothing town

The little rat spoke first, declaring himself "Almight." 
"That's lovely." She gritted out, trying to subdue her instinct to fling the little pest as far away as possible. Instead she redirected her attention to the male, who, unless the pup took after his mother, was certainly no relation. 
He names himself and she almost quivers with the power of it. "Now that's a name. Hello, Abbadon." She purrs, arching her neck to display her own musculature a bit better. The wind shifted and swirled around her, carrying her perfume along itself towards the pair. 
"Oh goodness, I wasn't insinuating that. I'm sure you take wonderful care of him...is he yours? I was only suggesting that...well a pup Should be in a den..." Where it can be seen and not heard, She almost added.