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He'd been so caught up in venting his aggressions on the rabbit, he hadn't even noticed the other wolf's approach. Her words startle him and he drops the bloodied mess of a carcass with a huff and a glare, hackles prickling. Why's it matter to you? He demands, immediately defensive. He knows she's right, of course, but that only fuels his irritation. It's not fair, he finds himself thinking again; this woman has no right to judge him. She doesn't know the first thing about him. I can't eat it anyway. He adds, still feeling some need to justify himself despite his anger. As much as he wants to tell himself he doesn't care what a stranger thinks, he can't stand the idea of being seen as stupid.