Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

Oh, this guy is getting on her nerves.  How does nothing seem to bother him?  Other wolves she's met always fly off the handle so quickly, but this one?  He's a different breed altogether.  She narrows her eyes.  Banshee has never hidden her emotions well.  Actually, it's safe to say she doesn't even know how to.  So, right now, it's abundantly clear that she's annoyed.  She's used to getting her way, to being able to rile up other wolves without much effort.  Now that the tables are turned, she isn't taking too kindly to it at all.

"No," she barks. "I'm Banshee, and you're Sparkles. That's how this works," the loner declares as though her word is law, and should he break it, there'll be consequences. "And, anyway, what gives?  I can't get you to fight for nothin'.  Doesn't anything make you mad?"