Duck Lake god loves you, but not enough to save you

god bless you for giving me a "mean bitch wren" opportunity, creepy stranger

Swiveling on a dime at the feeling of sour breath at her nape, Wren is quickly returned to reality. Blinking away the remnants of her haze, she faces the strange woman with a grimace, lip curled tight. 
Can I help you? It came out a lot snappier than she normally would have intended for it to, but when startled with witch's hands that wrap around your jaw, you're going to be a little disgruntled. Jesus H. Christ. Manners, lady, you got 'em?