Arrow Lake Turning Stones

Fox puffed up at the stranger's comment, a look of frustration immediately surfacing to her young face. She had a temper about the size of a pea, and this was one princess who could feel it under even a thousand mattresses. "You tryin’ to pick a fight, big girl?" she growled, teeth glinting in the light. While Fox did not believe she could win a fight, she was always happy to pick one with whoever happened to be around. Considering her social interaction had been limited lately (due to traveling and the lack of abundant pack mates), she didn't care what kinds of conversations she was going to have.

"Because I’ll have you know I’m one hell of a badass," she added, sure that lying straight through her teeth was going to provoke the other female. Fox was far from a badass, but she did know how to flee the scene when she needed to. She simply couldn't stop herself from being a total asshole. It was some sort of ingrained trait in her blood.