Firefly Glen (m) Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

"Ye mean, it's not safe because you're here?" Belharra came on the scene with her tail puffed jauntily over her hips. There was a fearless smile on her features and a dangerous glint in her eye - the kind of smile you see before a bar-fight breaks out, or a vase is thrown against the mantle. Belharra had a certain chip on her shoulder about wolves that lorded over neutral territory - just ask Mal!

Belharra wasn't much of a snoop, but she had caught Mal's scent and the delicious scent of a wolf in heat. The first she could ignore, but the second had her interested. She was jealous, her season hadn't quite come yet, and everyone else was off having fun except her.

Mal's heartfelt attempt to play bomb-defuser went belly-up the second Belharra arrived on the scene.  Squarely looking at the black wolfess, Belharra quipped: "Who d'ye think ye are, the queen of the wilderness or somethin'?"