Bearclaw Valley what you need is a sweet caress

She gained on the girl, but had to slam on the brakes in a maneuver she’d learned not long ago from a trespasser to avoid bowling straight into her when she swirled around. She skidded and ended up cat-walking forward on her two front feet for a second until she thumped her hind paws back to the ground. It wasn’t nearly as smoothe a move as the one the loner had pulled, but it wasn’t like she’d practiced.

Of courthe I’m not gonna kill yuh, She growled, baring her own curved fangs. But if you don’t feth up an’ tell me what the fuck you’re talking’ about with thith “mothuh murderer buthineth,” I am gonna tear a thtrip off your pretty pelt an’ uthe it to wipe the shit off my children’th ath-eth. She spat. Whatevuh you know about Athalia’th birth mom, an’ the pothibility of her comin’ to hurt my girl, I need to know. But if you’re jutht here to lie an’ thtir up shit, believe me, I’ll report every bit of thith trash to yuh mothuh an’ I doubt very much she’ll approve. 

She quieted her growl, and clicked her teeth together impatiently, giving Sobeille a moment to choose.