Blacktail Deer Plateau the dance floor is yours

"No way!" Junior shouted, then shot Blue Willow an apologetic glance. She had been one of the first to think the worst of Fox, when Kaskara had brought it to her attention that her father's mate would want pups that would in turn replace Junior and her brother and sisters. "I hate that home-wrecking bitch," she said to clarify her stance on the matter. "I don't hate my dad but I'm mad at him because he lets that stupid, flea-bitten slut run his life now."

Junior didn't understand her aunt's reaction at first, though when comprehension dawned, she burst into loud, raucous laughter. The more she thought about Blue Willow's misapprehension, the deeper her laugh became. It wasn't long before she had sunk to her hindquarters, gasping for breath, tears rolling down her cheeks. She almost recovered when she suddenly pictured her father roasting on a spit over a fire surrounded by chanting females and lost it again.

When she was finally able to breathe again, Junior said, "Roast as in talk shit about him, Aunt Willow. I'm not a cannibal, oh my gosh..." She snorted, then bit her tongue before the paroxysms could start all over again.