Hushed Willows The day after the plague

Trick honestly couldn't care less if the female was watching him smoothing out his pelt. It wasn't as if he was licking his own private parts or anything like that- but even if he was he wouldn't care one bit. As long as he wasn't harming anyone with it, it was free.

She shook her golden like fur, a beautiful sight if Trick was honest. The poofiness of her fur was perfect for sunlight and it made dust fly around as if she was surrounded by a million fireflies. His muzzle wiggled as he breathed in the dust of the cave and soon after he sneezed. Pardon me. He muttered. He might have devious plans, but he had been raised to have manners.

At her question, he nodded. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do anyway, why not explore the wasteland? I'll gladly accompany you. He said, following her to the outside world that he hadn't seen in a few hours.