Swiftcurrent Creek We are not the same, with or without

Kiwi was a persistent bitch. That might be the only thing the ruddy brown wolf had going for her.

On an ordinary day, Wylla was a perfect target for the sort of inflammatory comments Kiwi wanted to throw around, but this was far from an ordinary day in the life of Wylla. Her spirit was broken, and with it, any sense of worth. Without self-worth, there was nothing really for her to be offended about. Besides, Kiwi's insults were pretty weak. She'd heard better. Hell, she'd flung better, or so she told herself.

You are what you eat, she said blandly, expression hardly changing, and you look just like a huge pile of steaming shit to me. Kiwi was quick to proclaim that she didn't eat shit, and that only made her look more suspicious. Naturally a shit-eater would claim they don't eat shit out of the blue to try to keep it a secret. Shit-eater. What an occupation to be proud of.

You're either a complete loser with nothing better to do with your bum life, or so insecure that you have to put others down to feel better about how worthless you are, Wylla noted, wondering with some dawning horror if this was how others had always viewed her, because she wasn't so different from Kiwi, especially when she was younger but even now, and either way, it makes you pathetic. Is that how you wanna be seen? With nothing but a grimace, she began moving again, anticipating some kind of violent response and readying her muscles for it.