The preservation of the martyr in me-Psychosocial

Ashanti forced herself to lower her hackles and let her fur fall flat onto her back. A joke? A fucking joke? She forced herself to breathe as the female tried to patch things up. "A joke? That was a pretty sick joke. I don't ice skate." She said flatly, frustrated with herself more than this 'V' wolf. "I'm Asha." She said, only returning the favor of getting the female's name. She looked around to see if others were around.


The female had no idea what had happened to make a shriek send her into a frenzy, so she had to forgive her. "Sorry, its just I don't take too kindly to wolves jumping out, screaming at the top of their lungs, very well." She said, turning to continue her hunt for lavender. If she found some, maybe this other wolf would have more common sense. Maybe she was having delusions and 'V' wasn't real? No, it was real.