Otter Creek I'm Soakin' it in Kerosene

"What!? How dare you insult my heritage." His sarcasm was dripping. Literally falling out of his mouth with every word. She didn't believe him. Okay. Well. He didn't actually believe her either, but she seemed adamant, which meant she was probably insane. He was gonna go with insane, leave it at that, and hope she'd eventually wander away so he could continue with his nap. 

She was talking. Again. He stared back at her, waiting for her to finish before he replied. "You joined a pack of feathers." Case and point. "Just because they're black, doesn't make them cool."

And just because she talked about killing things didn't make her dark or evil, or whatever it was she thought about herself. "I was raised to not kill strangers upon meeting them unless they were walking into pack territory... which this isn't." So her laughing and crazy just made her seem more and more deranged. "So... you gonna show me that lake or not. I'm serious about the withering thing."