walkaway joe

"I mean, sure!" She chirped, "Mountain or lowland blackberries?" Her follow-up question was punctuated with a knowing wink. But there was relief evident in the loosening muscles down her back and shoulders. Joining a pack was, well, monumental, and a great first step in rediscovery. Here, without the influence of her parents, she could sink her teeth into the pack life and make some new connections. Maybe even make a new life for herself, should this situation prove itself more than mutually beneficial.

When Saena swept into a mischievous bow, Juniper sprang after her and smacked the ground with her forelegs, tail beating against her hocks. She crept forward, and made to kiss at the Alpha Female's chin, but stopped short when the woman presented an interesting question. Her eyes widened in alarm at the mention of fleas, but she didn't shy away from Saena. That'd be rude! "You know," She begins slowly, "I've seen wild horses roll in dust, and that keeps flies away. Maybe it'll choke the fleas out? Maybe not though." She shrugs. "A wild guess, don't quote me on it."