Ankyra Sound Mister Doorman, stop teasing, I'm freezing out here

Oh no she DINNIT, went Wylla's brain as her expression defrosted from coldly sly to outright affronted. No wonder nobody liked this hag except crusty old Kierkegaard, who was probably only around, Wylla thought, because he was more desperate than most teenage boys. She was acidic, rude, insufferable, and deserved to die alone.

Wait, who were we describing again?

She offered no immediate response save for a low growl in her throat, but the offense was evident in every angle of her sharp body as Caiaphas walked past her. At length, by the time the coywolf was nearly departed, Wylla turned and ground out, "then you'll just see how no one wants you," and turned to stalk her own way into another subset of the grotto, where she intended to process the threat and decide what, if anything, needed doing about it.