Whitefish River the wires got the best of him

She hardly has time to wallow in her newfound resignation before something interrupts her — a sound of some sort. No — a voice. A wolf? She blinks, turning her head slowly and fighting the urge to vomit. A dark wolf, a man... she knows him, doesn't she? His words register belatedly and she blinks again, a sarcastic, semi-delirious grin spreading over her features. Fan-fucking-tastic, She mumbles, a little slurred, and collapses unceremoniously. Just waiting for death to get here.