Howling Wolf and Roaring Lion

treasuredbattlewolf:

The tavern is cramped and loud with song and talk but the happy noises were no match agents the angry voice of one fur cloaked and leather masked traveler. Kicking her chair over and shoving the table out of the way, clearing a path between herself and the blond Dwarf who had somehow pissed her off the woman roars her words a the little man in front of her. “I BET YOU AREN’T EVEN STRONG ENOUGH TO PROTECT YOUR JOKE OF A DWARF BROTHER!!” Her mask gleams in the fire light of the tavern enough to show the burnt outline and details of a wolf’s face, and her warm and rugged traveling cloak made from a gray wolf. She bears her teeth clenches her hands and crouches down bracing, ready for anything.

Fili stared at the woman in awe. Who was this women?
His moment of absolute wonder turned into anger. He felt his face heat up with absolute rage.
“How dare you.” He spat. “Have you no respect? Saying such things to anyone is a very low thing to do, but say that to a king.” Fili chuckled, standing slowly. “You certainly have the brains of an orc.”