Otter Creek This Was No Accident, This Was a Therapeutic Chain of Events

It doesn't take long for him to change his tune, but it isn't quite enough for Zephyr. First, I want you to swear to follow my terms for helping you — and that you won't attack me, or call me a bitch ever again, He steps forward one more pace, grasping the largest chunk of splintering wood he can find on the end of the log, and braces to pull it — waiting only for agreement.