Swiftcurrent Creek this country is ours

I... think it's my turn? True story: I have a list of insults posted next to my desk at work with Columns A (adverbs), B (compound adjectives) and C (nouns). That is how I came up with Bones's insult. :D

The coyotes made the first move, leaving the wolves to defend and counterattack. Bones's eyes flicked hither and thither, trying to track each of the rascally beasts. But when three rounded on herself and Bazi, her attention fixed on them particularly. She looked at each in turn, quickly ascertaining the strongest, the weakest and the middlemost among them. The youth decided the one in the center looked the fittest, so she trained her focus on its curling black lips.

"Scram, ye surly, onion-eyed barnacles!" Bones said, her voice loud in an effort to frighten them. A moment later, her speech gave way to a thick, rolling snarl. She snapped at the air, further trying to intimidate the trio of coyotes that continued to press toward them, their eyes hungry and jaws slavering.