Duskfire Glacier But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be

Quennell turned, and she could see the ache in his steps, and the tension that roamed up through his spine. But when she saw no more than a stump for his tail, she gasped. She was horrified- not because of the way he looked now, but that the bear had had the audacity to take a wolf's tail. They used their tails to communicate, to balance while running, and even to flirt and the bear had robbed him of his. 

"Oh Quennell!! It took your tail! my gosh that mutht hurt tho much!" She fawned. She has his pity, and also her resentment for the creature that had done that to him. She thought him no less of a wolf for having been attacked by a bear, and survived. "I hate that bear, I hate it!" She growled. She reached for him, hoping he might let her touch her nose to his shoulder. "Quennell," She cooed, her voice much different when she addressed him, rather than the bear.