Moonsong Glacier Pack your things, leave somehow

wrapping up as we've both gone inactive, sorry. thanks for the thread! :)

Calahan had no patience for the demeaning way she spoke to him. It almost sounded like she was attempting to explain the simplest thing to a pup or a fool. He involuntarily scowled. If some more intelligent wolf had any solutions, he would be glad to hear it. He had no such wisdom. 

Her stubbornness was unnerving, and Calahan began to suspect she had some motive for offering to provide assistance. Why else would the red yearing be insisting upon it to this degree. "Y'know what? I'll let ya know if I goddamn figure on something to do." His tone was laced with sarcasm. 

His ego had won out again, and any further attempts at talking sense into him would be ignored. She couldn't stick around forever, and late into the night, he'd gather up enough determination to bring himself to his feet. Gingerly limping across the ice, preventing one leg from touching the ground, Calahan left the scene. He would be nobody's patient.