Neverwinter Forest Children of the Firehawk

His anger was a catalyst to her own, her lips lifting to bare her teeth at home as he spoke ill of the only family she'd ever truly had. She had run with Tartok in the beginning, had joined Siku before the puzzle pieces had fallen together. True, she had left Tartok as well but Siku had understood and given her leave. 

Her snarl was deep and guttural, passionate. A step forward was taken, her head lowering, not in submission but in an automatic move to protect her throat. Her tail rose opposite, her words commanding and gave no room to allow anything else. "Hold your tongue, motherfucker." Beta of some shit-fest place or not, he was on neutral ground. They both were. Her vulgarity would not be kept in check. 

"If our presence here is bothering you, then turn around and get the fuck away from here." If he insisted on standing here still, she would mark him as all traitors of Tartok were marked. Talk shit, get hit, more or less.