Golden Glade all that he invested in goes straight to hell

She was flustered and that was entertaining, at least. Her rebuttal was met with the tilt of her ears, first back, then forwards, but Ikkuma wasn't offended or anything — she was charmed. She was also not mindful enough to realize she was being a bit of a creep, so there was that.

The girl's question was met with a smirk. Nobody special, she evaded as she did further inspections — the stranger's pelt carried many scents and they were all very interesting. There was a soft aroma that reminded her of her mother from years ago, and to her that meant puppies, but the girl before her didn't appear old enough for that. There was also a smell like blood, but from Ikkuma's quick glances, it couldn't have been her's.

Who died? She piped up next, without missing a beat. I mean—aside from that weird sweet smell, you smell like blood. You get in a fight or something? Now that she'd like to see. Her tail puffed a bit behind her as she thought of this, looking expectantly at the firebrand girl.