The younger wolf growled, "I thaw her FIRTHT."  If he'd been in wolf form, his hackles would have risen in aggitation.  "Noth my thaulth you didnth geth here firtht."  He gave off a growl, walking towards the girl who side stepped his grip.  "Lathy, I do appologithze for my unthward behavor, please, do forgith me anth allow me thome of your thime," he said, being somewhat kinder.<br/><br/>Reana was having a tough time deciding who to glare at.  Her sheep were fast coming up on into a panick, and the two wolves wouldn't go away.  Not to mention the two of them were apparently deciding on WHOSE she was.  Another argument she did not enjoy.<br/><br/>The icing on her outrage cake turned out to be the frenchman's hand, reaching out, his fingers splayed out to caress her neck as his thumb brushed over her lips.  Her eyes widened as she stepped back, giving a gasp, and then a yelp as his hand grazed her breast.  Cheeks on fire, she swipped at the wolf with her staff, intending to get the hook around his neck.  Fortunately for him, he was too fast, managing to dodge out of the way.  "Now, Milathy, pleathe," he yelped in only slight alarm.<br/><br/>After swiping at him, the shepherdess crossed her hands over her breasts protectively.  Getting about fed up.