Sequoia Coast You and me and all that wine

The clattering of falling rocks made her turn her tapered snout upward just in time to see a scatter of pebbles coming toward her. Though the stones were too small to do much damage and weren't able to dislodge the larger rocks from the wreckage, Cthulhu flinched anyway. The pebbles struck hard against her legs while the hybrid guided a sharp gaze back toward the origin, and it was there that she spotted Raissa.

The she-wolf was a mere silhouette against the bright sky. Cthulhu could make out no distinct features. Although she couldn't prove that Raissa was responsible for the falling pebbles, an angry tremor crawled up her spine and lifted the hair of her nape. "What'd Cthulhu do to you?" she called to the silhouette atop the landslide before bending her head to lick a smarting welt on her foreleg.

She was sometimes a stupid animal and sometimes queer and bizarre but Cthulhu wasn't dumb enough not to get angry when someone threw things at her.