Blacktail Deer Plateau I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs

Finley rushed upward to meet Junior's assault, thrusting her shoulder at the youth's breastbone. She hit Junior right in her sweet spot; it knocked the wind out of her. Coughing and wheezing, she rocked back onto her haunches, her mismatched eyes bugging out of her head for a moment. It took her perhaps twenty seconds to recover, during which Finley made considerable progress toward escape.

As soon as she could manage it, Junior spun around and lurched to her feet. Wincing at the stitch in her chest, she scooted out of the den, eyes immediately narrowing as she scanned for any sign of Finley. She should have been satisfied when her gaze zeroed in on the lady's retreating backside, yet the youth felt compelled to trot after her and make sure she actually left the plateau.

And while she was escorting Finley, the juvenile felt another compulsion, this time to heckle the poor woman. "Yeah, go back to the shitty caldera and its shitty leadership and your shitty life there!"