Sleepy Fox Hollow my tarnished coat of arms

Vhat?? Anselm spat at the woman and her question — lady, there is a time and a place for everything and this was not it. 

No. Get the fuck out. Anselm snarled, swinging back in her direction with a snap of teeth aimed to encourage her to get moving. 

The man, however, seemed to waffle — Anselm was rational enough to give him a brief amount of time to explain. Fiona. Something about being welcomed.  Anselm’s hackles bladed in annoyance. He’d have to take this up with her later — but for now his attention was on the retreating she-wolf, and whether she really was going to make like he said and step off, or if he needed to follow with some more.. compelling persuasion.