disasters in the making

Mira was not pleased. Not one bit. She... she was in a territory over from Abaven territory, but it still made her feel restless. She woudn't run into anyone, she wasn't on pack territory... and yet, she fervently wished she had gone a different way towards the sea, instead of skirting Abaven. She should have avoided it all together. She didn't want to be near Abaven, and yet... here she was, only a territory over.

She was the epitome of an idiot. Frustration welled inside of her, and she ground her teeth together. Tears - of frustration, mind you, not sadness - pricked the corners of her eyes, and her claws tore at the ground even as she continued to push her way through grass that was taller than her. The mantra of idiot kept repeating in her mind, but it was too late now - she had to keep going. Hopefully, she would encounter nothing and the memories would fade once more.

"Speech" 'thoughts'