Wapun Meadow it isn't about the stuff

Oh, so the creature did have a spark of resistance in it yet! Brou had been more focused on the fish, wondering if perhaps it might yet be catchable after all, and for an instant was taken aback, almost having forgotten to factor in Charles to her calculations at all.

This, of all the places and times, though, was where he defiantly chose to make a stand? Brouhaha rolled her eyes in exasperation in the face of his own assertive stare. You're gonna stink forever if you don't go back in the water and finish, stupid! Sheesh, what kinda wolf's afraid of a lil ol' fish anyway? Hah! That's just pathetic. Brouhaha sniffed haughtily. She hadn't had any sort of plan in place for this, not really, but the answer seemed to be when in doubt, fall back on making fun of them and laughing in their face. Although this was pretty mild stuff, comparatively speaking: Charles was still just an easy target, not truly a thorn in her side deserving her full attention and excoriation, not like (say, for instance) one of her obnoxious brothers.

Brou's own tail remained rather loose, her stance confident but relatively neutral in the face of Charles's challenging self-assertion. Is that really what you want everyone to think though? Brou asked scornfully. That you're too 'fraid of some dumb fish to actually gitcherself clean? Sheesh!