Shadow Mountain A hell within my head

Ah, hell. So this was what it was like. She watched as they gathered, one by one. This didn't look good at all. Her breathing was fast, yet she was determined not to show fear to these disgusting wolves. No, she wouldn't call them that. Coyotes. She almost snorted. Even damn coyotes acted better than this bunch.
Her companion called her name, and she turned, her own fear put aside. He was scarred shitless. Freezing, she saw him finally realize the direction situation as it really was. Trembling slightly herself, she pressed against him, hoping the closeness would help them both. Yeah, this ain't the best situation. Ok, this is a helluva messed up situation, but you see all those wolves out there? Her voice was quiet, but she kept it firm...for both of them. They feed off of fear. And right now, you're givin' them exactly what they want. Is that how you want to be remembered when they speak of this...whatever the hell this is? No. Don't give them that satisfaction. Their damn egos are big enough. She stamped her paw, trying to emphasize her words, brows furrowed, even as she sat against him, trembling. They sure as hell wouldn't get the satisfaction from her. Not if she could help it.