Redsand Canyon vultus

Fennec snarled.

You do NOT get to give me fucking orders. SIT DOWN.

Her fur rose along the ridge of her spine as she took a step forward, her eyes not directed but still beset with an intensity of fury.

You can force me to wrestle you down like a fucking child throwing a fit or you can act like a goddamn soldier. But I am healing you.

Selfish. Every word that poured from him was an assumption that the world revolved around him. Maybe if he managed to pull his head out of his ass someday he’d recognize people made choices that had nothing to fucking do with him.

If he did not obey her she would attack. Any damage she might do wrestling him to the ground couldn’t compare to leaving a wound open and without full treatment.