Shadewood My City To Ruins

Daggerjaw smirked, and then flashed her teeth at him. “Maybe I like seeing wolves in pain ‘cos wolves ain’t exactly been nice to me growin’ up. Seems there’s some kinda prejudice against coywovles cos they ain’t purebred like you. So if wolves are gonna be prejudice against me, I’ma be prejudice against them, yeah?”

This was a sentiment she didn’t often share, mostly because she didn’t often spend time around the purebred. There was no point to go asking for trouble, especially now that she’d been separated from her siblings, but… Dagger was in a fighting mood at the moment, and she had gained courage because this wolf was injured. She wouldn’t hurt him unless he struck first, but she figured rubbing his nose into his own injuries would feel nice — and it did. It felt very nice.