The Floodlands flutterbat

Casmir, the best, most brightly shining example of "i dont know what's going on," did not take Laika's sudden shift in mood as anything different or hormonally-induced. instead, his tail rose and he moved to confidently inspect her withers, nibbling the fur there with little nips of his teeth. that such a wonderful and amazing-smelling woman should choose him was just ... well it was flattering. like a lot.

his body began to speak in an insistent voice and Casmir wasn't really one to hold back in any facet of his life. however, whatever sliver of his brain was logical had a louder voice, at least for now, and the boy hesitated with one paw nudging at Laika's hip.

"what's going on?" he inquired, almost petulantly.