Silverlight Terrace she has her arms around your waist

Bee's face went into a little 'oh' at his admission he didn't behave himself. she'd giggle shortly after that, clearly amused. she said nothing to that, trying to think of what to say to that. she didn't want to be mean or rude, insult the Redhawks or Tegan. but before she could say anything more, he had offered encouragement before leaning in to rub his nose against her cheek. the gesture was well-meaning and friendly enough, even if her heart did a little ba-bump.

flustered, she'd focus on his offer to join the Redhawks. "sure!" she'd blurt out with an easy grin. it would help to have at least one friendly face in a pack she was in. but she promised to do her best for Moonspear and try. she wasn't going to give up so easily. "either way, I'm definitely going to, like, visit your pack" she surprised herself as she adopted naturally Tegan's way of speaking. "who leads the Redhawks?" Bee would ask.