Riona's name had become infamous among the pack members. They didn't call her by name, though—instead, they preferred the more affectionate title of 'the snob,' which was far worse.
Her abrupt and absurd departure from the feast had only heightened the werewolves' wariness of her. The festive mood soured in an instant, leaving Thorin to calm the angry crowd.
Even Puck had nothing to defend Riona's behavior.
"What just happened?"
"Is she, like, too good for us?"
"Obviously! Do you even need to ask? She clearly sees us as barbarians. Those snobs never give us the benefit of the doubt, so why should we do the same for them?"
"Yeah, there's no mistaking it—that was a look of pure disgust."
"I can't believe it. We were generous enough to let her sit with us, and she acts like she's doing us a favor?"
"It's blatant disrespect for our culture and way of life."
