Kintla Flatlands Sound the bugle

Naturally, she didn't do what he asked. His glaring eyes followed her as she moved toward the river bank, dipped down her head and drank. When she raised her head afterward and looked at him, his hackles prickled and he lifted his tail more. He wanted to intimidate her into leaving him alone, though he knew it would be difficult to chase off such a large she-wolf, particularly if she was an Alpha as her words implied.

She patronized him, calling him weak. He resented this and showed it by baring his teeth at her. "I am not weak," he refuted heatedly. He rose himself to his fullest height, his bristling black fur making him appear even larger. "And I have a name," he added scathingly, annoyed by her repeated use of the word male in reference to him.

She seemed to think she could attack him and beat him easily, an implication which Peregrine made his blood hot. He wanted her to learn her mistake by trying to make a move against him; he'd show her then. He might have been hungry and tired, yet he wasn't about to go down without giving her hell. And, truthfully, Peregrine was spoiling for a fight; it would help him release some of the foul, wretched emotions he was harboring, especially if he pretended she was Tyrannus.