Whitefish River You got to make me

When's the best time to meet your enemy on the road? Why, when he's stark-fucking-mad, of course.

That's exactly what Belharra did, as she marched towards the fuming Mal, pleased-as-a-pickle and with an equally distasteful flavor of a grin on her face. He looked peeved - and for once, not on her account! She must have been slacking, for she had never seen him so angry.

And believe you me, Belharra had made Mal quite angry in the recent past.

Whoever it was that had stoked the fire under the spotted boy's breast, was someone Belharra fully planned to invite to her table. Insufferable grin aside, Belharra strode towards the smoking-at-the-ears chap, and practically bellowed with good humor in his direction. "Oi, bespeckled-git! Wot's got ye feathers all inna frumple? Cain't be me, on account I've been behavin' recently." She flashed him a positively ripe smile, full of teeth .. and hung back just enough out of reach of any snapping fangs. Just in case.