walkaway joe

Man, going from active to passive voice is haaard after so many months. .___.

Juniper might have flinched. Just a small flicker of skin on her shoulder at the even retort; a reflection of her inner anxieties. She worried about overstepping her bounds, even insulting the other female, but thankfully the statement was revealed to be nothing but a half-hearted joke. A smile brimmed on the fringes of her Serious Pack Stuff Face™. The russet-eared leader seemed to have a good enough heart, and it allowed Juniper to relax a bit; she wasn't about to be run off like some... uh, lone wolf. Not rogue. No, don't think about--

"I mean, if you want a pine brush tail. Might be a bit, uh, pokey for tender--" She interrupted herself before her train of thought veered off into talking about personal lady bits and swished her tail with a mild chuff to dispel the previous thread of conversation. "Yes! Or, I guess I was hoping to help you, too. Mutual assistance; I need a home, and a pack, and others to spend time with. I'm not cut from the loner cloth and this whole situation has become," Juniper inhaled and squeaked out on the exhale, "Really overwhelming? It wasn't supposed to be permanent..."

"Sorry, I'm saying a lot without saying a lot. I do that, uh, when I'm nervous sometimes." She chuckled.