"Oh, I see. She's got a mouth on her," Elizabeth said, stepping away from her husband and closing the distance between them until she stood directly in front of Viola. She looked down at her with a tight, humorless smile.
"We Darkbur know how to maintain our natural scent and body oils, not waste them away like you rich folks do by washing every second of the day. But you know what? I can still beat your ass so badly, you'll be begging for a taste of my strength, hygiene secrets and all."
Viola didn't know whether to laugh outright or simply point out that the woman was dressing up filth with fancy language, or remind her that Darkbur wasn't actually poor, their Alpha simply chose to live that way, despite all the land and natural resources at his disposal. But Viola bit the words back, since right now she didn't want a fight, she only wanted these people gone from their pack and their people left alone.
