Bearclaw Valley Whiskey will solve all problems but one

"So, you nearly killed theirs? That's very interesting. Please, do elaborate, how "almost killing" works... did you scare them to nearly-death? Did you take an ear or a limb?" Sarah chuckled at the choice of words and still felt that this one-sentence summary did not tell the whole story. But, who was she to press the old she-wolf for details, which she did not wish to share. Neither of them were here to entertain the other at will. 

"Who am I... hmmm..." Sarah was not prone to existential questions or philosophy, strongly preferring the straight-forward and blunt approach, but, when she was in a particularly good mood (like now, for example), she tended to play the "I am annoying and smart" card. "Well, I am on your naughty list already, I guess. And my name does not matter so much as my face does. You won't forget me, because I had intent to kill you. And I won't forget you for the same reason. The names seem quite pointless to me in this situation."