Fox's Glade I'm biting my nails

Whoever was up there, had listened to Dianne's quiet, desperate prayers, because first 60 seconds passed, then another set and by the middle of the third, a cloud of disappointment and frustration threw shade on Nunataq's bright expression. She had given her best shot at calling her friend and no one had come. To her mind she had just given the best possible performance of repeating the girl's name, even though the likeness between this feeble attempt at verbal speech to the original was just as great as a stick-person by a person, who can't draw anything, to da Vinci's Mona Lisa.

Someone had to be blamed for it and the target of Nunataq's pent up frustration and wrath about the situation did not necessarily have to be a guilty person. No. Anyone, who happened to be the closest, would do for the tsunami that was coming. Therefore she whipped around, regarded the stranger now angrily and began to bark at her, expressing every ounce of irritation that was inside her in a manner that left no doubt - were it not for the girl's lack of proficiency in the verbal world, she would be shouting profanities at this poor stranger.