Fox's Glade I'm biting my nails

I am so sorry bb.

Several minutes passed, and no one came. Perhaps there was simply no one nearby, and it would take them longer to answer the call. However, the child didn't seem keen on waiting. She whirled around and began yapping at her angrily. What the hell? Could the girl not speak? Also, what did she do to deserve this? It wasn't her fault no one showed up when the brat wanted. Out of pent up anger and the fear that someone would come along and get the wrong idea, Dianne stormed up to the noisy child with fierceness in her eyes. Her lips pulled back like a dark curtain revealing a massacre, and a growl tumbled from her belly.

Shut up! She snapped, words riding on a sharp snarl. Dianne stood over the girl and leaned in menacingly with hackles raised. She wasn't heartless enough to hurt a child, but the girl didn't need to know that. Get out of here. NOW! Dianne ordered next. Maybe the kid couldn't speak, and maybe she couldn't even understand her words — but she made her messaege clear enough.