Fox's Glade [M]Macchiato

His reply was blunt, short- and the back he turned on her was just as unyielding. She felt heat rise in her cheeks, and she huffed and puffed for a moment before she stepped forward, stomping one round paw on the ground as she barked 

”Anselm!!” 

Something sharp about her tone hinted that she wanted only a second longer of his time. 

Not an argument, not a discussion-

Just one plea. 

”Dis never ‘appened. Agreed?”