Dawnlark Plains Wake up, you need to make money.

Hold up, she half-snapped, suddenly enthusiastic; or maybe her nerves were a bit frayed from her hormone shift, and his proximity was getting to her, though not in a manner she could discern. She lifted her head and regarded him with bright eyes and a grin. You found a living stick? That sounds -- are you sure? She'd never heard of such a thing. Maybe he was making it up? Sticks didn't move! Not unless someone was holding on to it, or chewing it, or something. The girl squinted at him, clearly distrusting of this discovery. Are you making shit up. But before she could say more, he began to nibble at the fur at the base of her neck, which caused Tavi to melt back down in to a puddle with a low thrum in the back of her throat. That wasn't fair - but she wasn't going to protest against his attention. It felt extra good today to be doted upon. Mmmn, where did you see it?