Redhawk Caldera god karen, you can't just ask people why they're white

"Didn't bother me much," he countered. And why should it have? If memory served, Finley had complimented Jaws on putting up with banter - like it was a skill! It was still miles better than being commended for being the pack's pet idiot. Grimm's jaw tightened at the thought. The situation was pretty desperate if that was the only 'nice' thing anyone had to say about her.

"Tooootally," Grimm agreed, rolling her eyes for emphasis. A sudden and desperate itch brought hind leg and ear together for a vigorous scratch, but she kept a squinting eye on Jaws. "I mean, 'well done for being a moron'? What'd I even do?" Let's see what he knows.