Yellowfang looks at Tim's little candle hands curiously for a moment before shaking her scaly head.

"What good will this do any of us? What is the point?"

It went against nature. Nature had a pattern and though it was not always fair, she understood why things happened. Snow fell, prey went scarce. Thunder and lightning came. Trees caught fire.

Clown box shows up? Shit gets fucked.

OKAY.

Yellowfang lets out a low rumble from the barrel of her chest and it is not a purr.