Shy Deer Steppes ♣ positive thinking and a metric flip-tonne of good luck

The wolf objects about his face and doesn’t introduce himself.  Fisher’s shoulders tense up and she pushes them back to broaden her chest.  Her already stocky frame didn’t have a hard time making herself look bigger.  

“There’s nothing wrong with my face,” Fisher demands.  “Is there?”

She shakes her head, trying to shake the voice in the back of her head.  He is the one in the wrong.  And he hadn’t introduced himself like she’d asked.  Should she already know who he is?  She narrows her eyes a little harder, looking him over just in case she’d not been paying attention.

When she’s 100% sure she doesn’t know him, she says once more:  “Who are you?”