Otter Creek the slowest spark is a breather

When she straightened out again, Honey Badger was met with angry words and a show of teeth. Her eyes narrowed and she felt herself flushing. Had she not been in such a sorry state, she would have launched at the stranger and attempted to rip out her throat. As a matter of fact, she might have done that even with her injuries, yet something about the recent sequence of events—losing her memories, then part of her tail—had really dampened the flame of her feral rage.

"If I wanted your opinion, I'd give it to you," Honey Badger groused. "What's your problem anyhow? You nearly walked over me," she pointed out with a scowl.