Otatso Wetlands I think I'm freaking out

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She flung her ears forward and drew up to her full height, half expecting to be outright attacked when the younger female turned on a dime. Instead, a question was thrown her way that struck a very tender nerve, resulting in the falling of Ptarmigan's face into a mask of shock and then one of outrage. She didn't justify the kick at her age with a response, if only because she was in fact much older than Magpie and wanted to seem like the more mature one. She bit her tongue, doing her damnedest to keep from asking the Creek wolf where her mommy was.

“Fine,” she snapped, shouldering roughly past the juvenile with a flip of her tail to show her indignation. It's a matter of efficiency, she almost said, but something caused the words to stick in her throat. As she left Magpie behind, doing her best not to fall into the muddy water and wail in despair for her predicament, she hotly muttered, “unhelpful little wench,” just loud enough for the other wolf to hear it.