Blackfeather Woods Have you ever tried to get to your feet with a sprained dignity?

Why did she ever bother asking questions? The answers rarely made sense and never satisfied her. She arched a brow at the wolf whose face hurt to look at (so she didn't), her chestnut gaze trailing skeptically over the dead rabbit. She felt saliva pooling in her mouth, yet she stayed still as a stone.

Apparently Wildfire couldn't help herself. "Why?" she wanted to know.