The Heartwood Buckle Up Butter Cup

Tiger stared at Kivi, rolling her eyes at the others words. It was not until the other called her "two-faced" and a "whore" as one of those faces Tiger nearly lost it. However, given the other had used it in a manner Tiger did not recognize to be the manner, Tiger snorted and lifted her lip contemptuously. "Two-faced? I'm showing you the only face you and anyone else will ever get, moron. Far better looking than yours, at least. And anyway, calling me a whore is what envious morons who can't get any do. Color me unsurprised that's the insult you'd try to use." Tiger's smile reaches her eyes, overjoyed to try and best the other with her wit. Fighting was a battle she'd likely always lose (but she'd be damned if she didn't try). Verbal battles? Oh, she crushed those. 

So for the moment, Tiger did not feel inclined to attack yet; her buttons had not been pushed. A fight could still break out, but the thought that Tiger might push this injured wolves buttons did not occur to her. No, Tiger felt somehow safe; as if she'd earned a totem in survival that guaranteed she'd not be touched. Stupid, really. But so far so good. 

so is tiger, sass-queens 2015