Golden Glade The Colour Red

She shook her head. Unfazed, but bitter nonetheless. His demeanor reminded her of Oren’s when he grew tired of her endless banter. She’d had her fun. Better scram before she lost a tuft of fur.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" She taunted, springing up ahead of him and kicking dust in his face with her back paw. "I’m sure you’d love for me to stick around, but I’ve got other priorities. Try not to miss me too much." That was all she said before turning tail and booking it out of there. Better safe than sorry. A silent prayer was sent that she didn’t run into the red wolf again. She’d probably end up with a paw-ful of pain if she did. Ugh.