Hushed Willows you're my devil, you're my angel

She ran.

He lifted his chin as she retreated, his expressions of seriousness fading into smugness. He loved when he got his way-- especially when it involved Amara not getting her way-- and doing this in front of his new friend was the icing on the cake.

His tail curled out of enjoyment as he turned to his friend with shining eyes, looking to him expectantly, as if to ask: “What now?”