It was Trudy. A group of werewolves stood behind her, looking calmer than the fierce Queen Thin Eyebrows and the male wolf who obviously had feelings for Charna.
"You're doing it wrong," Trudy said.
But Riona wasn't exactly a fan of feedback. Offended, she slapped Trudy's hand off her shoulder and glared. "Did I ask for your opinion?"
"Wait! I'm not saying you're, like, totally wrong. Just... wrong," Trudy stammered.
Riona raised an eyebrow. What on earth was this shaggy mess of a werewolf trying to say?
Realizing her mistake, Trudy fumbled for words, growing more frustrated by the second.
"I mean…" Trudy could feel the conversation slipping out of her paws. Her words started making less sense by the second.
"You're fast and accurate," another werewolf from Trudy's crew cut in, clearly fed up with Trudy's trainwreck. "But the animals—they're faster because, you know, they actually know what they're doing."
