The Heartwood Well, nobody's perfect

June didn't realise that she had forgotten that there was more than one interpretation to what she had just declared. She had only intended to announced that her fur was now the same as Dhole's, or similar at least, and they were both coloured in ash so she failed to see that both of them had taken it as a declaration of feelings. That's not to say she didn't feel that way, she just never normally declared her feelings at all.

Regardless, Dhole seemed willing to play and Charon was joining in. June didn't care if the male played with them too for once she was caught up in a game all allegiances, alliances, and animosities went out the window to be replaced with only the game. For now she was more than content darting towards, and away from, the pair of them independently. She would give a few swipes - they were all too slow to ever deliberately catch someone - she dart away, taking pleasure with whether she accidentally caught someone or got caught. June never felt like she lost, even though she always did when there was a game with "winning" as an objective.