Bitterroot Valley I miss the misery

Right, riiight, wolves lived in packs. For some reason, the dog had assumed they spent all their time standing ominously on cliffs and howling at the moon. Likely because that was what she was taught.

Thanks, mom. You're a livin' argument against homeschooling.

Her hazel eyes followed where the white wolf gestured at. Some mountainous shape loomed in the distance. Shit, was that how close she was? No wonder she couldn't get that stench out her nose - she was marching straight towards Wolfsville, USA.

She maintained her pose. At any moment the white beast could get tired of chatting and lunge at her throat, and Diesel was gonna face it head-on.

"You, uh, travel a lot?" 

Unfortunately, casual chatting was less her forte.