Mudminnow River the sandwich saved me

The girl doesn’t know when to shut up, it seems, and plops down in front of the larger female.  Fisher’s eyes narrow as she’s taunted—her happy-go-lucky façade begins to get under her skin.  Her point didn’t make much sense because within a few weeks, the water would be frozen over.  Winter in the north didn’t play around.

“I said I don’t need your help,” she insists again.  The fur on the back of her neck bristle.  Her shoulders tense and she takes a step back to put space between them.  Her jaws flex and she resists the urge to snap.  “Do you just go around shoving your nose in everyone’s business and then insult them?” Fisher drawls, suddenly filled with questions she couldn’t bring herself to ask.  

She rolls her eyes before she takes the steps back a little closer and sneers, jaws opening and snapping forward at the black wolf’s muzzle in warning.  Maybe this body language she would understand.

Your choice if you want her to actually bite her muzzle or miss, or if you want to do a 1d2 for a yes/no roll in the tabletop forum. :)