Redsand Canyon They're throwing bottles at your house.

The nerve of this fucking....
She was trying so hard to not be a bitch for once and this idiot thought he could walk all over her? Demand he be allowed to hunt on HER lands? In an environment where the resources were limmited? 
Her eyes narrowed to slits and her lips drew back, muscles tensed to spring. Rib be damned, she was going to rip this little fucker's face off. 
She didn't get the opportunity to, however, as Donovan appeared, and she glared daggers at his back as he not only allowed this cur to disrespect her, but encouraged him to continue hunting. Icy fury at being overruled coursed through her and she spoke, really not giving a shit what the cringing little work had to say. 
"Darling, " she started, in a tone that very much said (in the way a woman says to her husband) that he had fucked up. "I was just trying to nicely tell these two that our resources are limmited, and I highly doubt they had any intention of contribution to our cache. There are plenty of places to hunt that doesn't take away from a growing pack." The hypocrisy of her passing the exact same judgement that she condemned the fish-wolves for was lost on her.