The Sunspire friendly fires

Seeing him so flustered was a victory in and of itself. Keeping a close-lipped smile as he took a moment to compose himself, Kipling tilted her head at his confession. Nooo. She teased, sarcasm dripping from every word she then spoke, And here I was convinced you were local ladies man. To say she worried for her friend would have been to put it lightly. But that was something she'd have to with Red at another time. For now she was satisfied by putting Fang through the wringer for no other reason than it was fun for her.

She wanted to stay and see if she couldn't knock that smug look off his face again, but refreshed and groomed at this point it seemed like too much effort with what little energy she had left. Try not to get too ahead of yourself, big guy. She advised the hybrid dismissively, not providing any context. Picking herself up she turned towards the makings of her future den, Kipling didn't mind spending one more night under the stars until tomorrow. I'm going to get some shut eye. Beginning to take her leave after a few paces she paused speaking over her shoulder, That means don't follow me. Not waiting to see if he'd sit and stay for once, she returned up the slope.