Tuktu Weir june bug, the weather breaks

Queenie shrugged and made a meh sound. In my pack, she began with a deep breath and a point of her snout, not really. It's once I leave. The loners around here, God help 'em. Everyone seemed to have a constant attitude, and around these parts, there was only enough for one. Then again, Queenie didn't mind competition; it kept her on her game.

Can you fight? she asked, not sure how to ease it into the conversation. Besides, Queenie was known for being blunt; what was the big deal?