lulz, end here?
He had already been here long enough. Her red gaze and even her scent started to bother him. Heath felt as if he was not normally this annoyed so easily, but what he needed to tolerate in his packlands was far different then this. With the twist of her snobbish nose his eyes narrowed. His own turned away, disgusted by the sight of her. He wondered what made the Inferni coyotes think that they were much more privileged then the rest.
The sharp pressure against his leg was unexpected, and amber eyes shot up at her dark framed face. His frown deepened, and the deep beginnings of a growl started to rise in his throat. There was nothing left for him here, and as annoying as she was the fight was not worth his time and effort. He was one to do so; and so Heath turned from her gruffly whispering under his breath, Bitch and then reached for the articles that he had put down when first entering the store.
There were so many better things to occupy his time.
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