Greatwater Lake For bruises, asses and handclaps

Cheerful words just annoyed Hedda further. Small-talk - even worse. Set her on edge. Therefore she snarled at the she-wolf, putting in as much venom as she could: "Bugger off!" With that thought made known, she chose a path around the offending creature and once ashore, sat a little distance away from the she-wolf and began to lick her wet paws and chest, now and then shooting a side glance to see, if the other was still present. Had Hedda been younger and stronger, she wouldn't have wasted so much words, she would have attacked.