Frostfire Ridge Fuster Cluck

Ah-ha! There it was! She'd thought she'd smelled some of that around here. Citali lowered her muzzle to the ground and pulled at the roots of a plant. She yanked, tugged, and finally pulled it from the earth. Damn dirt didn't want to hand it over, but she'd won and now she could move onward to flawless victory. Citali fled the current area and headed back towards the makeshift den she shared with Nochtli.

Sage in tow, she returned only to find the entrance to their den occupied with a rather large female ass. Dark browns and reddish fur was all that stood between Citali and Nochtli's remedy for her sore paws. Staring at the predicament from the outside, she felt her lips twitch in distaste. Really!? She came this far only to be sabotaged by wolf butt?

Sitting outside the entrance to the den, Citali put the sage down by her paws and waited. With a scowl permanently etched across her face, she tapped her foot and waited for the front door to clear. It didn't instead, she caught Manauia's words and decided it was time to chime in. "No idea. We broke off from them and went our own way. However! If they'd decided to join us, I could assure you they'd still be alive and in one piece. Though healing in any capacity in these parts seems downright impossible on account of shitty vegetation and giant asses in entryways."

Citali huffed. "Mani. Love you, girl, but please move so I might tend to Noctagon's feet. She's been complaining for half a lifetime."