Big Salmon Lake THIS IS A ROBBERY

Blood boils quickly, so hot that she can feel her veins popping underneath the pressure of warmth and yet still, she pursues the conversation with the light-headed foolish wolf (asshole). Oh, wow and how much he got her upset.

I owe you no explanation, who do you think you are?! She says, asks. No senseful reply will be given to her, she feels.

And then she wanted to continue her monologue, rotten with blame and disappointment but instead, an action was better to be done. As tall as she could stand, she hovered over him. Leave, now.