Hoshor Plains Don’t love me like you promised to

She eyed him suspiciously.
She shifted, uncomfortable. A yarling, that just happened to match the description of her son. Except blind.
Did he take her son? Was his pack this bloodthirsty one?

Her fur bristled again. No. no no no. She wasn't going to stand for this bullshit.
"Now you tell me why you describe my son there, hm? Are you a shit little liar? You dare lie to me?" She stalked closer, every ounce of her body ready to try and sever that serpents head from the wolf's body.

"How do I know you're not lying to me? Are you one of those bloodthirsty wolves, huh? Are you trying to lure me back to your pack?" Her eyes bore into his skull. If she found any sign of him bullshitting her, she would not hesitate to butcher him.
Arwen wisely slunk behind her hindlegs.