Otter Creek Don't know why you rescued me

It seemed her cohort wasn't quite finished with the topic at hand. Honey Badger smirked in appreciation as she continued to smear the gray she-wolf behind her back. Truth be told, Honey Badger was no stranger to antagonizing others and behaving with needless aggression. But she didn't pretend to be nice first and that was what she found so ludicrous and bothersome about the seemingly bipolar stranger.

"Yeah, fuck her," Honey Badger said dismissively. Had it been any other wolf, she would have gotten aggravated by the evasion, purposeful or not, regarding the white female's name. Not one to feel awkward easily, she said straightforwardly, "Seriously, do you have a name or what?" She punctuated the question with a bemused smirk, at least. "And what about you—you in a pack?" she added for good measure.