Falls of the Hinterlands suckin' on my tendies

"Shit ton - that's one way to say it," Apple chuckled to herself at the expression the young wolf had used. For a moment, she felt old in the girl's presence as well, because, what juicy words would she use to describe the old Blackthorn matron's turbulent and passionate past? She would like to hear it and have a good laugh, but maybe not just now. She did not feel her years that keenly on this day. 

"Apple, Apple Blackthorn," she said her name and furrowed her brow in a pretend-attempt to recall the girl's name, "And you were Nancy? Or Bethany? Forgive me, my brain is not, what it used to be, when I was your age."