Ugh, this conversation was getting them nowhere. Maybe Red had kind of jumped the gun a little bit. She had to admit that fighting fire with fire was maybe not the best approach. But she also would not stand to be insulted like that if she could help it. Then again… they were just words, weren’t they? What could words do to her? It wasn’t like the weasel had physically attacked her (the coywolf felt guilty again at this thought for almost eating them again). Maybe they did have a right to be so angry. Maybe it would be best just to leave, and give them some space, go hunting somewhere else. The thought of trying to hunt again made Red flinch internally, but she couldn’t help that. She was still hungry, after all. Maybe she’d just have to give up the element of surprise altogether and talk to all of her prey in case it talked back.

She sighed and turned away from the weasel. “You’re right. I’ve got other places to be right now. Sorry for almost eating you. See ya ‘round.” Or not, she added to herself as she padded away farther into Polaris.

[Exit Red unless stopped]