Sleeping Dragon the rhythm of snow

Hush stiffened slightly at Snacha's near recoil, but he ignored it as he pulled away, blinking and nearly missing her brief smile before he silently asked his question. She didn't seem like the most cheerful person, but that was alright. They needed to do a job for their pack rather than laze around and be dead weight. The raccoon-masked girl named three things they could do, leaving it open for Hush to choose. Hush after a moment of consideration, stepped back from Snacha and lowered his body into a playful fighting stance, his tail wagging invitingly.