Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

She seemed sane enough, and he seemed...not as boarish as a man could be. It didn't take her long to realize why- a shift in the wind and she was clouded for a brief moment in a masculine musk. 
Ah. He was a woman in a males body, preferring to take the feminine role, preferring to be mounted. 
"No, I often think I'm a bit sharper than many other shewolves my age. For one, I have no interest in chasing after men. I abhor the majority of them, and the thought of coupling with one even to produce a pup is nearly vomitous." 
No, she would find other ways to procreate, when the time came. Snatch an unattended weanling, or allow her partner to carry and birth. 
She looked down at the raven, who seemed to be taking his last breaths, eyese turned white and glassy. She gently turned it over with her nose, a thin black talon clutching weakly at her fur. 
We like a little bit of madness. 
Who was this we? Were him and his lover searching for a belly to fill with their pups?  Surely not...or perhaps he was a packmaster, requesting she join their ranks? 
"I will never serve under a man, or join a pack lead by one." She answered primly.