Otatso Wetlands I think I'm freaking out

Magpie had shut her mouth with a click after her small speech, choosing to bravely ignore any display of dominance that the other had shown. Her green eyes were fixed on the older female, challenging but not bitter; the banded girl was confident for her age, though she hardly showed it amongst the pack she now belonged to. She was far more comfortable here in neutral ground, where she knew exactly where she stood.

Thankfully, her words seemed to wash the attitude right out of her companion — though not quite in the way that she had hoped. She opened her mouth to say something else, like, Not that you're worth it, you're just annoying the crap out of me, but she supposed that at this point, the hole was already dug and regardless of the content of her words, they were likely to be taken by the other as a compliment. Magpie closed her mouth, her expression clearly confused, before she turned to continue leading their trek.

Smart choice, the other then quipped, and the juvenile wheeled around suddenly to face her once more. "Aren't you, like, old?" she questioned saucily, giving up on the silent act because she had already broken the metaphorical cherry with this one. "How don't you know how to find your way out of this place? Just pick a direction and walk, since it's got to end sometime." It was the most she had spoken in a long time, and it felt good.