Wrong Foot Forward

Intolerable. That was the only word she could associate with this male. An intolerable male to suffer, and a grate to the ego surely. Had more time to ponder, she might have found other spiteful slanders to label him, but thought better of it considering… her vocabulary was limited it best. Instead, she settled for a glower to linger even after her turned to leave her properly. Even with the image of his back, her hackles still raised in annoyance towards him. He was not like the little wolf that insulted and verbally prodded her to get a rise. Nor was he anything like that cool and commanding devil of the mountain. This male was… mean. And she had no intention of suffering him again. With a nod to herself, she turned swiftly on the tips of her paws, taking first a walk then a graduated trot toward the mountains base til she was free to vault to its surface then disappear within its embrace. [Exit Nuata]