<span style="font-style: italic">”You have to be kidding me”</span>she thought as she hit the ground her shoulder bag landing next to her as she sat on her rear on the cold floor. Grace’s eyes winced from her sore rear but an accusing glare was now in her hazel as they began to shift to opalescent shade. Her breathing was short and heavy as the Tiger mouthed off some sort of nonsense. She wasn’t exactly listening, all she knew is she was pist. All too busy with her own anger, Grace hadn’t noticed the orange balled up fist that was headed her way.<br/><br/>Before she could react a towering form now stood between her and the kitten she would tear to shreds, if this thing would move. Again some more banter was going on between the kitten and the whelp and two other whelps that joined in.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”This is so not worth my energy”</span>she thought to  herself as she left out a heavy sigh, her eyes closing returning to their normal hazel color. With Grace back on her feet again she grabbed her bag throwing it over her shoulder. Gingerly she touched the red wolf’s arm pushing him aside.<br/><br/>“Really this is so not worth anyone’s time boy’s so for Gods sake move the hell on”[/i] she said pushing past the kitten. This school was going to be hell on earth, and she did not have the patience for it. But there was an upside she had stolen both the tough guys wallet<span style="font-style: italic">”score one harpy, boys nada”</span>. Quickly taking anything good she ditched the kitten’s but held onto the wolfs. He had at least tried to be nice so she wouldn't totally screw him over. She would give it back eventually, maybe.