Wapun Meadow Past and Present Storms

as soon as laurel's nose meets weetzie's, wb extends to follow suit, oblivious to her focus on her brother. "y'can call me wb," the coygirl croons, "an we're always real glad to make some friends, right, weetz-weetz?" 

sliding off her brother's side the starlet stretches out, stepping closer to laurel with a flashing grin. "prob'ly oughta find somewhere warm to wait out the storm," she says, pink eyes flicking to the gathering clouds, "an' you're more'n welcome to join us." faced with the pretty girl, her past failures -- kinkajuú, the mean girls of the beachy pack -- melt away, leaving her feeling embolded (and frankly, frisky.)