The Floodlands flutterbat

It was bad. It started this morning, and she couldn't rid herself of the smell. It had flooded the den, and thank goodness Cas wasn't there in the morning. Tail between her legs, Laika had slunk out of the territory to avoid all Silver Creek members. She was in a bad mood, and she wasn't about to go and take her troubles out on her friends. 

Then, Casmir called her. "Seriously?" She hissed to herself, contemplating ignoring it. She meandered in circles for a couple moments, thinking about her choices. Finally, she gave in. She hadn't seen him in a long while, and he should be that one person who would stick by her side no matter how cranky she was.. right? 

With that, she took off at a slow trot, following his scent to the flood lands. Her tail remained low, but her head was high, eyeing the large moose, before glancing at the black boy who seemed to be laughing his head off. A smile formed at her lips, eyes filed with love. "What're you doing?" She hung back though, an obvious edge about her.