Whitefish River that's a lot of fish

.....Are you serious? Her voice nearly trailed off in disbelief. 

The response to her questioning was met with pure, hard-headed ignorance, and the teen furrowed her bows in annoyance. Yuki was trying to come to some kind of understanding, yet she was immediately shut out and basically told to fuck off, which she did not appreciate at all. What was wrong with this man -- did maturity and age not corolate from whatever bush he jumped out of?

The snowbird breathed -- an attempt to keep her from calling this man 57 synonyms of the word "stupid" -- because she'd be just as stupid if she thought he could be reasoned with at this point. You know what? Keep your river. You act like a pup and this argument is pointless. She said, --but im not leaving without the ones I came here with. She said as her path found her way towards Lenina, moving to stand beside the woman. Truthfully they did not come together, and while they'd just met (literal minutes ago), she couldn't just up and leave.

Thankfully, the blonde she-wolf had came to a aimilar conclusion, but there was still one left from the equation. This isn't worth it, lets just leave! She called out to the red man, but didn't know if her voice would even reach him, as the situation only continued to escalate. What was Yuki to do? The girl was still healing and she'd be foolish if she thought getting in between two grown men wouldn't break even more bones.

Anxiousness wrung her insides into a knot.