"Back when I was younger, things like these were a lot easier.
My tongue wasn't so sharp and my teeth didn't click nearly as much with a snarl.
It was easier to hold back my words."

Annie's fingers pushed past the fur lying across her collar and brushed against her neck,
feeling a deep scar and torn tissue long healed.

"I'll admit it, though. Getting older does make me a bit bitchier.
I kinda like looking a bit threatening. Makes the days go by faster and a lot smoother.
People don't talk to me as much now that I got an opinion of my own."