Otter Creek the slowest spark is a breather

Well, she certainly wasn't much fun, but in a way Echelon had known that going in. It had never been much fun to pick at someone who had already had their ass handed to them anyway. And when it seemed that she wasn't going to get as much of a rise out of the other female, she also deemed it time to go. Being around her was just waiting for something bad to happen. The bears would probably have their way with her soon enough. If not those, then Echelon was certain there were plenty of other predatory creatures lying in wait once darkness came.

Shrugging her furry shoulders as if to say fair enough, Echelon opted to move on. There were things left in the day to do and once more at the top of her list, was getting that aforementioned drink.