Nyctophobia

Kaija readied herself, noting that the stranger's posture changed abruptly. He looked standoffish, and immediately recognized her as.. Ophie's girlfriend? But her brain didn't fixate on that, but instead on how he spoke about Ophie. Instantly she bristled in return, her lips twitching to reveal teeth that were dripping with neon-green spit. "Don't ever talk about Ophie like that again," she threatened, her tone changing all at once. The sudden rage she felt boiling in her chest seemed to overshadow the pain she was feeling all over, from her paw to her eye and anywhere else - temporarily, at least. There were few wolves worthy of her protection, but Ophie was one of them and she wouldn't let this asshole say that sort of thing about her, not if she could help it at least.

"You are sick. Look at that shit dripping from your nose, it's the same as what I have," At least she thought it was. Kaija didn't know for sure. But it didn't really matter anymore. Somehow he'd struck a nerve and she felt her agitation growing as rapidly as the onset of this illness had. She felt her stomach churn as she felt the thick mucus pooling in her mouth; she fought the urge to spit it up, directly at his face. Kaija had never faced this side of herself, but her closest friend being talked about like that and Azure's shitty attitude was impossible for her to ignore. Her own sickness likely didn't help her mood. She felt her eye throbbing now, felt the overwhelming urge to dig at it, but she resisted - distracted still by Azure's presence. "You're a prick, you know that? Maybe I'll come spit on you, make you even more sick," she suggested coldly as she took a few steps closer to him, egging him on as a long tendril of green mucus trailed from her parted jaws.