Neverwinter Forest Children of the Firehawk

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He did not back down, and though there were no more words, this dark wolf would learn that he would not speak ill of Tartok in the presence of a Tartok wolf. She didn't give a shit if he had once been one himself because obviously, he was one no more as he had no issue besmirching the name as if it held no meaning to him. Words did no good here anymore, her baritone snarl building into the canine version of a roar. 

No matter that he did not attack, for Kroc would gladly take the offensive to him. Her heavy frame moved, her teeth snapping at that face, his ears, essentially anything she could reach. The woman had every intention of marring his snout, possibly even blinding him. The bastard would pay for his ill-spoken words, of that, Kroc would make sure.