Blacktail Deer Plateau the dance floor is yours

"I figured you wouldn't," Junior said, knowing Blue Willow would never stoop to the level of badmouthing anyone, even the most deserving candidates, "but I don't care about being a lady, Aunt Willow, so I'll say what I know you're thinking: my dad is a horse's ass." She smiled like an imp and pushed herself out of harm's way should her aunt finally decided she'd had enough and try to swat her.

"I don't get what he sees in her," Junior said a little more seriously in the next moment. "When her first brought her around here, you should've told them to take a hike. That would've saved everyone a lot of trouble. Not," she was quick to add, "that any of it is your fault. It was my dad's decision to let her into the pack and all of our lives. That's why I think he's a giant butthole." Well, at least that epithet was a little more age-appropriate.