"You've got a bad case of bruxism," the little red wolf wanted to say, but she wanted to pretend that she was being civil. Instead, she laughed. A rather high-pitched, scoff of a laugh. It was war. "Oh! Excuse me. May I remind you that I know exactly what is true. You're just the one who's in denial," she said, flashing a little fang. In the little wolf was a streak of self-righteousness, and she still fully believed in the words she had spoken that day. Yes, maybe they had not been delivered in the most gracious manner or time, but that still did not invalidate the truth in them entirely. "But you know, some wolves can be so illogical. There's no use trying to talk sense into them," she continued. It was her second verbal jab, this time to the ribs. Depending on how things went, the little wolf would eventually aim for the more vital organs. |