Redhawk Caldera chew you up and spit you out

As Peregrine advanced upon the two of them, Dove felt the desire to back down - but didn't. She watched with stiff-legged rigidity and the cold, absent look upon her face, as Perry loomed over the withered Magpie. She listened to what he said just because she couldn't not hear it, and the tone of his voice made the fire in her veins turn to ice. When he stepped back, they locked eyes - and Dove did the smart thing. She looked away, deferring more out of a disgust for him than any real respect, while her ears remained pivoted towards him.

I'm not going to bother my very pregnant wife with your two-faced bullshit or your absolute disrespect toward me, He sounded like a whining child, and while that thought threatened to make Dove's face crack with a snide little smile, she held her composure. — your Alpha, as well as your other superiors. Dove's eyes trailed from some nearby trees downward, towards the dirt at her paws, and while she wanted to snap right back at him, she didn't. It would do no good at this point. Peregrine was quick to leave, though. His threat hanging in the air like the pungent smell of a latrine.

When he was gone, Dove breathed a great sigh. Her ears fell back against her head and her tail, lashing behind her, nearly smacked Magpie's wilted figure. She stepped away from the submissive girl as if to leave — Dove had lots of pent up emotions to deal with now, and Magpie would not want to be on the receiving end of it.