Whitefish River that's a lot of fish

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Ram's ear twitched back when the strawberry she-wolf spoke, appeasing the other male. Don't give him what he wants, you empty-headed female... Ram thought to himself. He wondered just a little if she was a pushover. A wolf never knew if allowing another to act this way to them would come back to bite them hard in the ass. Next time she might run into this one, he might not warn her to leave, and the bite will be literal. Or worse if he knows she will just 'belly up' to him.

"What was that, yew sonofabitch?" barked the other. Ram offered another throaty growl in response and closed the gap between them a little more, testing the male, then obliged him in repeating his words.

"BULL. FUCKING. SHIT." taking care to enunciate well. "Now walk on before you don't have legs left to walk with, 'big man.'" Ram curled his lip to flash his fangs and his tail began to sway. He could feel his blood stinging his face as it flushed with adrenaline. It had been quite some time since he'd tussled with another wolf. Maybe he kind of missed this. Of course, he was forgetting the times he had been sorely beaten for acting out of line. Ram was never good at knowing when to let things go.