The Tangle pray for the wicked on the weekend

At first, Phoenix wasn't sure what he was looking at. A canine, surely, but oddly shaped and colored; things he recognized as unnatural first, before the details started coming to him more accurately. Tilting his head, as if to better interpret what he was seeing, the red-branded wolf noted now that he was looking a small, painted she-wolf backed by an additional pelt rent from the back of some other poor creature. He was immediately repulsed, and bore his teeth at the psycho who'd wear the fur of her enemies. (Because why else?)

"You sick fuck, wearing another wolf's fur like that!" he snarled, rounding to face her as he was no longer willing to allow her his backside. He was offended, despite having never known the "victim" or what it truly had been before, and he was prepared to defend himself from her derangement, if not ready rid the earth entirely of her forever.