Porcupine Ridge Roman Calvary Choirs are Singin'

Her head tilted again. Haumin? she vaguely remembered a time in her life when humans had existed to her. Her pack had fought them with a vengeance after taking her aunt, scents hot and metallic, stinking up her beautiful pelt and causing her to live no longer. She had gotten one of the nicks in her ear in that fight. 

It was then perhaps she realized that the she-wolf... was a she-dog. 

Nevertheless, the proud wolf finished.

We welves be wild, an' free - ain't no haumin livin' with us, and defini'ly not oawnin' us. Take our kin with they weapins. Nasty ta welves. One be'er ne'er touch me if it knows what's good fer it.