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A single brow lifted, a critical expression reflected against his own smooth confidence. Ew, no. Shooting down his suggestion as soon as it had flung out his mouth, her muzzle wrinkling slightly with her distaste. No matter what she said though, Kipling didn't trust that he wouldn't just call her Tasty just to spite her. It's Kipling. If you must know, she didn't add but still it was implied in her tone, reluctant to give him the honor of her acquaintance though that time had seemed to pass.

I'm starting to think you have a problem with your eye, Fang. She teased then, taking a shot at his winking habit, as if he somehow thought it aided his nonchalant front. Maybe he'd keep it up and his face would get stuck that way. Even with that thought, Kipling had a hard time believing that would stop his attempts to be charming. Try to keep both eyes open when your climbing the mountain, yeah?

Anyways, I need water. Her pain had dulled to a faint throb now, but still she remained exhausted from her previous efforts. Swinging her head forward, she attempted to dismissively walk past him, focusing her ears to the catch the sound of the refreshment she sought.