Silvertip Mountain Matchmaker

Anita listened intently as Chaska spoke, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. It wasn't an angry sort of gesture, but rather a "did he actually talk to Ezekiel?" sort of indication. The older male had a look of shock about him, though it was only for a moment before he lowered to stretch his paws. "It doesn't matter now?" she repeated the males words. "Did it matter before?" Maybe Chaska had only wanted the best for her, so she decided not to press on. It wasn't like he was writing a report or anything. She eased up, settling on the ground with her legs kicked out to the side.

"Oh yes, Valette is very kind. She is a pleasure to talk to, we even went hunting. Zeke, Valette and I. Unfortunately, I didn't catch anything, but..." Anita rambled on, a habit that sometimes surfaced. "I'm sure you will make a friend of her," It was true, she was nice company. Anita also wanted to prove she had no grudge against Valette for whatever reason, and did so inconspicuously.

Her deameanor became a bit more serious when Chaska spoke again. "I suppose it isn't for everyone, I don't need all that mushy romance stuff anyway," Anita gave a half-hearted grin, though she was lying through her teeth. "And yes, we do mean the same thing."