Re: [Yelling, maybe: Steve, Janus, Atticus]
Atticus slammed his hand down on the table. Palm flat. Olive hand heavy and thick against the wood. Was hard enough to make one of the old table's legs give, and the whole thing went down at the corner, which just pissed the wolf off more. Took the chair by the back and tossed it behind himself. "Fine." Growled, and the word was barely understandable.
Grabbed the keys from where they hung on a nail by the door.
Stormed out with slammed doors and cracked door frames in his wake.