ain't it grand

“You don’t have the guts,” he replied. Nobody around here did. They would rather pity him (or whatever it was they were doing) than kill him off like any sensible wolf would do. He was dead weight, and he certainly wasn't getting any better. The grump slid to the ground, weary and unwilling to hear anymore of this girl's nonsense.

What had started out as a hopefully good encounter had turned sour within minutes, and it only solidified Edy's thoughts that his life was over the moment he had become trapped beneath that boulder. They should have left him there to die. At least it would have been quicker and easier than this nonsense.