Hushed Willows misty eye of the mountain

Was this chick nuts? Had they all eaten the mushrooms that sometimes grew in the droppings of deer or cattle? 
He met her gaze, equally cold, a smirk on his tattered lips. 
"Sorry to break it to you, princess. But where Im from, you don't get to push people around. Where I'm from, if someone challenges you, you challenge right back. And you were the one being a bitch first." He snorts, moving in towards her, lip curled in warning. Not close enough to be an actual threat, not yet, but to just push her boundaries. 
"I don't obey anyone who doesn't have my respect. I don't submit to anyone who isn't my Alpha, or has proven they deserve my submission. And unless Lumiya gave ranks out and didn't tell me, you and I are equals."  Whether or not he considered himself a Fae was irrelevant. He remembered his childhood, the strange powers he and the rest of the pack appeared to have. Was it just puphood imagination? Or was he really a servant of Wolfbane? 
He had entertained the idea as a way to cope with the trauma of what Nix had made him do...what if he really was something darker than the average wolf? For now, he would play with the idea. 
"Also, do you think a wolf could get their face ripped off and survive? Not all of your kind are pretty and sweet. There are darker things, and other realms."