Silverlight Terrace at war with oneself

I also try to avoid raging chelsies. ;)

She noticed his hesitation, though she chalked it up to nothing more than a natural aversion to cold water. Eventually, Roo dove in and began scrubbing his pelt clean, complete with a cacophony of strange noises that set Wildfire to snorting and giggling. He really reminded her of a young puppy: so lighthearted, innocent and more than a little bit silly.

When he finished and grew still, musing aloud, Wildfire's expression shifted into a thoughtful one. "Well, foxwolves aside... what do you want to to do? Where do you want to go?" She had a feeling Roo hadn't really contemplated any of this before, that he might not even be able to come up with any answers. She looked at him speculatively, wondering again who had sent him and why they hadn't better equipped him beforehand.