"Speak for yourself," Cora said, eyebrow raised. She never compared herself to a dog. And she never would. She's a wolf. Not a dog.
Aw, but Cora wanted to eat her sandwich. Oh well, she can eat it later, she supposed. "And whose fault is that?" She always went out, but that didn't mean she always enjoyed it. "It better not be that fucking twisted Wonderland shit again," he muttered as she hopped off of the counter. "Yeah, probably." She grabbed his hand and then pulled him towards the portal. "If we die, I'm blaming you." With that said, she pulled Scott with her into the portal.