"Don't you know how bad that is for you?"
Leah decides not to give him the pleasure of seeing her face as she replies, "I still run as fast as you, don't I?" The blue-gray smoke curls into the cold winter air and dances out of sight.
"It's a nice day, I thought we could go for a run as a pack..."
She sneers. "It's a Black and Mild day, Sam. I think I'll stick to my pack."
Pleading changes to demanding. "I don't think you understand. That was an order."
"And that," she pauses for emphasis, "was a no."