Wapun Meadow to catch a butterfly

Ahh but Scimitar, I have told them nothing but the truth and you do know the truth but you wouldn't believe me if I said that anyways would you? I suppose you will have to ask your packmate over here what I told him. Dovev's monotonous eyes flashed and he again locked them onto Scimitar. No matter the tale Shadow had spun about the alphess, the thinly veiled words were disguising seeds of discord, and the arctic creature's insides were beginning to churn in angry turmoil. This silver brute was provoking and angular, with a laugh that was grating to Dovev's ears.
I think there's a quicker way to shut him up, Dovev said quietly, the facsimile anger upon his face replaced with a cordial, complacent grin as he strode to join Scimitar at his side, a steady rank. Although Dovev had a difficult time dismissing his story, it would be easier to put this devil down by denying his claims. I prefer to not repeat lies.