Sequoia Coast sucks to be an optimist in this listless dissolution

Instantly, she hated the look on its face - a reprisal of the looks she'd been getting ever since she came out here to wolf county. Motherfuckers never saw a dog before and made that her problem.

It was easy to get annoyed, as the fever kept her blood hot in exchange for taking away her ability to stand straight. Already she was swaying on her feet, but her gaze remained challenging.

The voice of the beast lacked inflection, sounding as if it came from the throat and not the mouth. It was wielded to form the dumbest fucking sentence she'd heard in months.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock." Look, we got a medical professional over here! "Your dead grandma could smell it from the grave."

Then the swaying of her limbs got so severe she stumbled. Her head lowered and it truly felt as if the world itself was slipping away from her feet. A wave washed over her hind paw, only making her position in relation to the ground more confusing.