Swiftcurrent Creek At the ballet

She hoped that Arlette would see the man that only Cygnet seemed to see. A foul-mouthed man, capable of harming a child and willing to as well. She remembered him baring his teeth at her, when she'd still had just her milk teeth; the tone of tired annoyance that he used when he spoke to her, resorting to cruel nicknames. She detested even the nickname 'chaos,' as it insinuated that something was wrong with her. 

Arric moved to leave after yet another deadpan explanation that she was the problem. The problem that she saw now was that Arlette had no idea, or was willing to turn a blind eye to just how poorly Arric was treating her. 

Did she simply not hear him when he called her 'Pissy Pants'? Was that supposed to be nice?
Did she not see the darkness in his eyes, and the way he sneered at her?
Was calling her a 'Brat' even a mature way to speak to a wolf when trying to encourage them to be mature?
Cornering a wounded child in a hole after stealing their mother (and medic!) away for an entire night? Was that fair?

She looked up to Arlette, and in a quiet, hushed whisper, she shook her head slightly. 

"Llll..Lies."