Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

Hearing his sarcastic words, the tawny female's ears fell back against  her head. She eyed him with a quirked brow, her tail starting to sway more as she walked. She felt a growl start to grow from her lungs, but she bit her tongue and kept her mouth clamped down. She would've bit one of his ears off, but FitzDutiful wouldn't be very happy if that happened. She cursed herself to be put in this bad situation and let out a sigh.

"It is not hard when it is light out still as it is now." She said calmly. She was going to snap at him, but it wasn't worth it to her. She wanted to help, even with his salty words. She shook her heads and kept her eyes down towards the base of the trees. Perhaps they would travel farther, but the plants were supposed to be close around the territory.

"Do you want to get rid of the head pain or not?" She asked in a metallic tongue, her tail tucked neatly against her left hind leg.