The young coyote had no idea what the stranger was saying, and that was really annoying. First, he had come too close to Inferni, and now he was making fun of him by talking in a way that he surely knew Nala could not understand!? "I do not know what you are saying!" he yipped pointedly, golden eyes glaring with frustration at the other. It made him very angry that the Dahlian was not willing to talk normally, when he was just trying to do what he knew would make Anselm proud. All he wanted to do was make sure that Anselm still liked him and stuff, and he didn't want the golden male to think he was dumb, or stupid, or worthless, just like his brothers and sisters always had. Again, he turned a blind eye to the height of the other, ignoring still that this was the first two-legged canine he had ever seen. It should have excited him, but it didn't.

     Puffing out his chest and cheeks simultaneously, Nala growled as menacingly as he could manage, with truthfully was not very frightening at all. He was still a boy, and very unused to the ways of war and fighting and he basically didn't fit in with Inferni at all, but he didn't take notice of that. "Now, you listen to me! You need to leave! Get! Shoo!" he commanded, planting his feet firmly on the ground beneath him, hoping he would seem intimidating. "You have to leave, or. . . Or I'll have to make you," he threatened, thinking of Anselm's reaction to the puppy days ago. He obviously couldn't do the same thing to this Dahlian, but he could still attack him and make Anselm happy! It would have made sense for him to call for Anselm, as he had been instructed and as he had done with the puppy, but he wanted to do something useful and make Anselm proud, something he had to do all alone for it to work.

     Nala huffed angrily, ignoring nearly everything that the wolf said, considering he had no idea what most of it meant. Some of it, though, he was able to understand. "Possible," "cannot make," and "stupid" were about the only things he had understood of the wolf's yelling, but it was certainly enough. Narrowing his eyes, the coyote growled, a foreign sound for him. "This is possible because you're the stupid one, and I can make you!" he barked, very offended by what he had assumed was Myrtle calling him stupid. Nala was not stupid at all! And he did not like being called it at all, not by his brothers and sisters, and especially not by Dahlian wolves like this one that were mean and stupid and needed to go away! Nala did not really have faith in his ability to make the wolf leave, but he had to try. Anselm had told him they were at war, and at war he was going to be, just for Anselm!

     If he was not trying to be tough and what not, the young boy probably would have made it more obvious that he was astonished by Myrtle's stature. Instead, however, he wanted to pretend that it was not important to him. He could go find Anselm later and see someone good on two legs, if he really wanted to. Right now, he needed to get rid of this stupid Dahlian wolf. Nala was not a fighter, but if luck was on his side, Myrtle would not be, either. "Now, get on four legs so I can fight you right! You wouldn't stanbd a chance if you didn't!" he demanded, trying to make it more fair for himself. If he could convince Myrtle that he would get hurt more by staying on two legs so that the wolf would take his real shape, it would be much easier for him to chase the stupid guy off Inferni's lands.

     Nala stared blankly at him, trying to determine what he meant in the first place. "What". . . What? Nala had no idea what was making this Dahlian so confused, since he had been very clear in everything that he said! Obviously, those dummies in Dahlia were all stupid, he decided, conveniently forgetting that Minos was also from that pack. His friend might be from that pack, but he had not come traipsing too close to Inferni, like this guy and that little black puppy. Obviously, Minos was the only smart Dahlian. There was no other explanation. "What is wrong with you?" he asked blankly, wrinkling his nose in what was a bizarre mixture of confusion, fascination, and annoyance. There did not seem to be any logical reason that this guy would be acting the way that he was, though Nala was not one to quite grasp the concept of logic.

     But, that wasn't the important part! Nala's job was not to understand (which he probably couldn't do if someone spelled it out for him), but to help Anselm and the rest of the clan to win this war. Since Myrtle was not going to make this easy for the young coyote, he was going to have to actually fight and drive him off. Oh, jeez, that would be interesting. "You need to leave!" he yipped again, stepping closer in what he thought was a terribly menacing manner. Instead of waiting for an answer, however, the young Inferni member launched himself quickly - he had not been lying when he had told Anselm he was quick! - at the man's egs, snapping angrily at his ankles. Maybe he could knock him down, then beat him up, then drag him away like Anselm had done with the puppy! Except, Anselm hadn't beat her up or anything like that, just made her leave.

     Nala growled, frustrated by this stupid Dahlian's annoying attempts at getting into Inferni. The young coyote certainly wasn't going to let Myrtle in, so he obviously needed to stop even bothering with his attempts. "I'm not a "crazy crazy," you nitwit!" he shouted, very offended by Myrtle's suggestion of what he was. Nala was not crazy, and he was not stupid, and he was not dumb, and he was good at doing border patrols! Anselm would have been porud of him, he was absolutely certain. "I am good at this, I am! You're lying to me, and I'm not going to let you inside, so just stop trying." Nala was trying very hard to be intimidating now, because he really did want to help Inferni in this war thing.

     Even though he did know Minos was from Dahlia, he didn't really mind, and he liked him. Minos was his friend. This wolf was also from Dahlia de Mai, but he was a lying meanie, and Nala wasn't going to let him win this. He was trying to scare him, so it was time to really let loose. The coyote leapt at Myrtle again, scrambling to get his nails into the wolf, snapping his jaws as he went. Truthfully, he looked ridiculous. Nala was a small, flailing, inexperienced coyote, leaping through the air in the most ungraceful manner, yipping with a very high-pitched voice. The credit had to be given, though, because he was trying very hard to win against Myrtle and chase him away.