Duskfire Glacier Listen to their voices

Morgana snarled, her fear replaced by sudden anger. "I'm not a child, Burke." She glared at him, tense, angry. "You don't understand anything. If you did, you wouldn't be acting like a jerk" Her eyes were sharp as daggers, her teeth bared and hackles raised. She forced them down, and not even realizing her delightful rhyme, she turned her back to Burke and set off across the ice. That morning she had been sick again, and it did nothing to help her mood. When her paws struck land again, she muttered "Lets just get this over with"

She was angry, angrier then she should be. With a single encounter, her life had gone off the rails. All because of him. She hated him. She would kill him.