The Worgen's brow furrows at your sudden mention of the rules

"It isn't like my coming in here and taking some mangy bits of food is hurting anyone, I mean honestly who's going to miss a few scraps of food?"

"It doesn't make any difference who it's hurting" you reply vehemently.

"The point is that you are stealing precious resources from your fellow soldiers of the Alliance, which is in fact a fairly thoughtless and rude crime. One that probably won't go over too well with our officer's I might add".

"Are you serious with all of this junk about rules?" The Worgen's neck fur is bristled as he stares back at you angrily, his demeanor going quickly from an embarrassed dog to something more similar to that of a cornered hound as he clenches his fists in anger at your refusal to bend the rules.