Little Goat Mountain the poem that took place of a mountain

The reaction she received was a little weird and Ocra wasn't sure what to make of it. She didn't get a lot of time to think on it when Sriracha spoke up again like he could fix the whole mess but Ocra remained skeptical. Her mouth opened to object that there was a problem, that she would explain everything from the previous night to now. She wanted to just leave and she even bumped Sriracha with her good shoulder to move him along and leave Dickhead Xan behind. However, when he offered to fix her shoulder, she snapped her teeth together and looked at him with scrutiny.

"Then fix it," she told him, shifting her weight back to direct at him. Ocra wasn't even sure the extent of the injury, having not had a chance to sit and examine herself as best as she could but if there was a possibility to show up the hothead, she would just snatch that offer right off the table.