A Wolf With A Grievance

Kaelani was sulking.
Properly sulking.
Arms folded, ears pinned back, tail curled possessively around her legs, and a thoroughly warmed backside making sitting comfortably something of a lost cause.
She glanced back over her shoulder with watery blue eyes and the tiniest, most wounded pout she could manage.
Clearly, this was all terribly unfair.
Obviously, she had done absolutely nothing to deserve it.
And the fact that the colour in her face nearly matched the colour of her ass?
Entirely irrelevant.
Kaelani was innocent.
Probably.