Can I clear my conscience

The scream of a yelp from the other wolf got the Archer-Lyall’s blood pounding, and again, they were on the mountain. There was no rumbling thunder to cover the larger woman’s growl this time, no flash in the dark illuminating clashing bodies. What had they been fighting over anyway? Oh, that was right. Again, the bitter taste came back in her throat, she didn’t even see the small red squirrel clinging among the darker brown fur of the other wolf. She was caught somewhere between then and now, just as disgusted with the other woman’s unquestioning submission as she had been with her overconfidence before. Why was it such a struggle for the girl to just... to just?

She hadn’t made a move to unravel herself from her place on the ground, there was no string of accusations tumbling from the other girls lips. Was she truely a ghost? "Are you real?"

"speech".