Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

He'd give her the win; he didn't care. There were healing bite wounds near Fennec's jawline, and he tilted his head this way and that to try and get a better look, though she pulled back and away from him. Unsatisfied, he stood up, shook the dust out of his pelt and felt his fur bristle at her tone. Fennec wasn't usually the sort of wolf to sugar-coat or to hide anything. He didn't know Fennec to lie, much less by omission. His eyes narrowed, and he growled, a dark and sinister sound as he studied her features for a moment, just long enough to drop to his own conclusion. 

"My Mom did that, didn't she." There was no question in his voice, but he allowed a short lull to quiet the growl he'd emitted, tempering it to a purring sound before another wave of anger forced his voice to crescendo into a snarl. He whirled away from her, unable to keep himself tethered to the spot for the frustration that sent an acidic burn through his veins. "Fucking bitch." He hissed, as he turned back toward her. "Did she hurt you? Did she mean it?" He charged her with the questions, wounded savagely by the idea that his mother had even dared to bite Fennec.