Bearclaw Valley don't have a come apart about it

While the Lord continued on with His hissy fit, the folks down on earth seemed to be going about their everyday lives. Now, Blondine had always credited herself on being the most social of wolves in the Valley, but even she knew better than to approach a stranger in the midst of a spiteful prayer. It was quite rude, what this girl had just done, but Blondine didn't have it in her to respond as lowly as she could have. Why, bless your heart, she cooed, I don't even know your name yet.

I'm Blondine, Blondine Abernathy, she greeted with a wide smile, quickly forgetting her annoyance. And yourself?