Arrow Lake i'm bracing for the pain and i am letting go

Ahead was a dark shape, growing thinner and mangier with each step River took. Her upper lip curled in disgust as a sudden stench hit her nostrils, drawing her to a full stop. The creature – a small wolf, she realized belatedly – tossed its head back unnaturally and gargled out a catechism with its guttural tongue. She stared into those bloodmoon eyes, looked over the ruins of the other’s pelt, and revulsion filled her at a rapid pace.

If I give you an answer, will you leave me alone?