Bwaha.
Alma frowned visibly when her answer didn't get the reply she wanted. She gave him a long, hard stare. Her ears tipped forward and stood straight, while the fur on her neck bristled. Although she was sitting, she managed to raise her tail to display her dominance. He wasn't a threat, not really, but she found his persistence distasteful.
"Young man," she said, sternly. Her voice was almost a mimicry of her mother's when she was angry. "You are far too young to be bothering women in this manner." She took hold of his ear, and tugged on it. Her own mother had tried some similar when she was a pup. Being a luperci had many advantages, one of which was the ability to punish children - or immature adults - in new ways. "Go sit in the corner. Right now."
Alma was fully prepared to pin him down and nip him if he did not comply. She wasn't sure how old he was - he didn't smell too old, but she was going to treat him like a pup if he continued in this manner, regardless.
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