The Tangle I Am Machine

Did anyone know the definition of peace? Obviously not. One moment, she was down on her side, the next had her rolling to her feet, teeth bared and hackles raised. Her hulking form crouched slightly, gold eyes finding the one that had disturbed her. There was no aggression in his gaze, no malice or ill-will, just a sort of expectancy. Well, she was already up. Damnit. The scarred wolf huffed and shook out her fur, her hackles settling back down quite promptly as she stood from her crouch. 

"Yeah?" Formality was lost on Kroc. She didn't bother. One, she wasn't sticking around long (or so she planned) and two, why be formal when that just made everyone act like they had a stick up their ass? No way, José. He wanted to rouse her, he could deal with her attitude. Her tail twitched behind her, watching the wolf. "Need something or is it a hobby of yours to go around and make sure no one died in their sleep?" Obviously, if he woke her up, he wanted something. At least, he better want something. If he woke her up for no reason... Teaching lessons was one of her favorite reasons to bring out her teeth. 

Sorry for the short, dear! It's been a while :(