The Heartwood Buckle Up Butter Cup

"Moron isn't your given name?" she feigns surprise. "I wouldn't call it a name as much as I would call it who you basically are, as a wolf." A shit-eating grin was offered. At verbal combat, Tiger would certainly win against this accented woman. And if they kept it at that, good; Tiger really wasn't a fighter, but she did have a horrible temper. If Kivi managed to piss her off, Tiger certainly would go haywire.

It was a character flaw. She was working on it. But she was far as hell from achieving her goal of calming the hell down. Still, she was cool as a cucumber now that she felt (personally) she had chiseled her own point next to her name. Kivi 1, Tiger 1. Your move, moron, her snide look seemed to say.