Heron Lake Plateau I transformed into the closure that I lost

Zombie accepted the story of a three-headed monster, nodding her acknowledgement with a small frown of concern. Shame on him for hiding the real threat! Why didn't you just say so? she questioned, the words dripping in the worst kind of disappointment— the kind you get from your grandparents. She shook her head and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth to drive the point home.
Uh, Zombie's eyes narrowed at his next statement, rude. Some part of the she-wolf understood she was getting up there in years, but her mind was definitely locked somewhere in adolescence. Finally, I'm a wolf, she clarified proudly. We don't just lay down and die. Besides, I'd rather look half-dead then act like I have worms coming out of my ass. You don't, do you? she queried, taking a few steps back, Have worms coming out of your ass, I mean?