Shadewood Maybe I'll find myself sitting on that distant shore

Sunday was, well, a lot less interesting than Grawlix on the inside. She lived to live, ate to live, and kept her paws moving so she could do all of that while making and following her own rules. Simple as could be. Chases Crows liked to treat every new encounter with everything as a challenge, whereas Sunday just went wherever the wind took her, caring nothing for challenges or difficulties along the way. They were opposites in that way, which is probably why they got along.

But there were some things that Chases Crows did that always just pushed her buttons, and getting up in her space was one of those things. Her lips skimmed back as Grawlix tested his boundies and mid-chews he snapped at his nose, intimidating but with no intent to cause any actual harm... yet.