Lost Creek Hollow hollow

She grimaced at her sisters response.

"Don't make things weird!" She proclaimed, her sisters laughter a bit like a sucker-punch. It was too late; she'd already done that. "Come on, you're making it awkward," she grumbled as her sister continued, pulling her lips into a thin line. "You're wrong, you're just so wrong..." She huffed, working herself into a right tizzy, tail pulling tighter against her haunch. "I mean, what would make you think that? You know? The idea?????"

Eshe quit her prattling. She kept furthering her sisters point as she spoke, but she was oblivious to it. Deny, deny, deny. The agouti woman didn't have a habit of lying, so the rare times that she did it was the most obvious thing in the world. As clear as blood-red against snow-white. And this was equally as embarrassing, too, for Eshe, who couldn't even look at her sister. Dangit. Dangit...

"Like, really! Urgh..." she huffed, looking into the distance.

"I mean anyway, I should like, get the attention of someone, right?? Not him, that's not what I mean or -- you know, to, get you into this pack. With me." What the actual...