Frostfire Ridge I am such a B.A. [m]

This wolf's nose wasn't working. There were plenty of wolves stalking these lands and laying claim to their borders. The scents may have been faint, but they were still present. Citali was beginning to seriously wonder about the IQ level of the wolves in these surrounding lands. Thus far, she was unimpressed. So many avoidable errors. It was a shame, really. She expected more.

"What were you looking for? A fucking billboard?" Seriously. The entitlement here was repulsive. "Need someone to guide you by the tail since you've got a shitty sniffer?" Again. Instincts here. Any wolf with half a brain could have recognized the early signs. She didn't appreciate having to spell it all out.

"I'm stopping you now. Get the fuck out." Citali stepped forward with a snarl, defiant as she ignored the woman's comments about her sucky garden. She wasn't about to take advice from strangers, not when all the wolves in these parts who claimed to be healers were screwing things up left and right.