Mudminnow River east hastings

Kiwi snorted out a quick, nasty little laugh at Ruvik's response to her.  He was quite the warrior, wasn't he?  Fierce hunter, to allow himself to be startled by a wolf who was not even trying to be subtle.  It allowed her to laud herself even more, if possible; she latched onto that weakness, took it, and it gave her even more ground to stand on over him.

That doubled as he responded.  Stuttering, hesitant.  Patience, yes.  What's wrong with you?  She asked, baldly, outright.  She knew this would elicit one of two responses... more hesitation or anger.  Either was interesting to her.