Stone Circle But I can't find my purpose when I don't know what my worth is

there was a formal undertone to siarut's voice that might have made blondine laugh out loud, were it not for her impeccable manners. in her mind, she mocked him — i'm siarut hooder-hodder, big bad wolf — finding the way in which he spoke to be almost offensive. it was less about what he said, none of which really offended her, but the way that it was said.

this one was taken by a wolverine, blondine said, lifting each respective eyebrow for emphasis, and this one, i lost in a fight. despite his off-putting demeanor, she was determined to make a friend out of siarut. another smile took root on her maw as she sat back on her haunches. 

after waiting for a response, she continued. i can still do my work. don't go thinking i'm a freeloader, now. she was teasing him, hoping to lighten the mood.