Big Salmon Lake Ordinary people, who make themselves extraordinary

"It's their loss then," Wraen told, burying her muzzle in that thick fur of her friend and sighing happily. "Because now that I have you right here - I am not going to let you go," she pulled one of her forepaws from out under Bronco's chin and placed it on his muzzle possessively. "Paraphrasing that give your little finger to the devil - lend a hag your fur and she will skin you without remorse," she guffawed and yawned. 

"Jokes aside - what happened?" she asked. "Who do I need to turn into a frog or some creepy thing, huh? Who upset my personal pillow?"