Ujare said to the hunters, "Funny thing: we're wolves. We were born man's best friends."
"We were born man's best friends," Zamara said, repeating. "Until now. Until this moment, where humanity turned on us."
"Paws up," Ujare muttered. "These men here are toughies- toughies indeed."
"I know that," Zamara murmured to him. "That's what makes being a wolf so fun- toughies. Rough toughies." Ujare hissed, the sunlight bouncing off his copper-sharp teeth and into the hunters' eyes. Zamara asked the hunters, "Might I tell you a story?" The hunters looked at her with curiosity. She looked at them back. "The story of The Crystal God perhaps?"
Ujare added on, saying, "The Crystal God owned every crystal in the world, and yet he wasn't satisfied. He wanted more crystals. Bigger crystals. He'd die for these crystals."
Zamara continued his thoughts. "He wanted these crystals-" she said to the hunters. "-to fulfill his need to complete his collection."
Ujare told them, "They say he loved these crystals," He stomped his paw onto a scuttling bug. "They say he loved them so much-" He ruminated on these words for a bit, his voice faltering to a near stop. "-that he died for them."
"Died for them," Zamara said, repeating Ujare's words. She emphasized "died" in her intonation. "The Crystal God died for them."
One of the hunters accused them with, "You're stalling." From his side came a long metal barrel, one they had recognized before as a firearm. Extending down from the metal barrel was a copper handle. "I don't like stalling," said the hunter. "Stalling makes me mad."
"We aren't stalling!" Ujare cried out. "We are- we- we're… we sidetrack a lot- that's all!" The hunter resisted, then gave into their defense.
"Right," Zamara mumbled. "Moving on- the reason why we tell you this story is simple…" Holding back a smug grin, as Zamara said to the hunters, "The reason why we tell you this story is simple: we, the wolves, in all our fluffy glory, our fluffy, tail-wagging, moon-howling, magic-wielding, overpowered, not-coyote-because-those-are-different, bark-barking, woof-woofing, arf-arfing, bombshell glory, tell you this story because-" She smirked. "-because-" she rambled on. "-because we, the wolves, in all our fluffy glory, out fluffy, tail wagging, not-coyote-because-those-are-different, bark-barking, woof-woofing, arf-arfing, bombshell glory, tell you this story because we, we indeed, we the wolves indeed: are stalling." All was silent. Very silent. The wolves, the hunters, anything that could make noise: didn't.