Lake Rodney There is room in my lap

Hedda stopped few feet away from the snickering wolf, her gaze full of utter contempt to the very last ounce, but not proceding any further than that. She was not stupid to begin with - her state was pitiful and, though she could speak all she wanted about this creature - she would not dare to challenge it for a brawl. The death's sword was already pressed against her throat, but she did not wish to die just yet. 

Therefore she bared her teeth at the idiot, murmured a curse and then turned  to leave. She had better things to do than just waste her time with imbeciles like these.