Loner

Even keeping to herself, Red was annoyed at the world; wolves, she could understand, but some of this crap made lupines dressing like grandmas seem pretty tame. "How you doin' today, Red?" someone asked in passing, and she bristled (staying silent). "The tiresome idiot spectacle of humanity makes me wish I was back in the forest, Jim," she might've said had she opened her mouth to speak, but Red was wise and knew her limits. Today, she would fake sick and leave early; today, she would drive to the woods and run until she could barely stand, howling into the trees. "I miss you!" Red would howl until hoarse (as she'd done a thousand times), letting it all out so that she could avoid becoming a serial killer.