Shy Deer Steppes Spirits in my head and they won't go

Potema, after answering the girl half-heartedly, continued to groom herself, taking what was left of the water on her body before it evaporated. But on second thought, wouldn't leaving the water on her make her cool faster? She thought about it for a while, considering the uses of drenching oneself in water during especially hot summers, but her musings were interrupted by the girl's rude yet not rude inquiry.

The one-eyed female glared at the other pale wolf. The girl was nearly a year old, she thought, and yet she spoke and acted much younger. Kendra acted older than this girl! A myriad of possibilities ran through her mind — snarks, quips, snarls, emotionless deadpans... What an asinine question. Potema finally sneered, her lip curling slightly. And not to mention intrusive. I should ask you the same thing. Why do you look so pathetic and twitchy like a rabbit? That summed her up nicely. Never had she seen a more rabbit-like canine. I look the way I do because it is who I am. Does that make sense to you, bunny-girl?