Blacktail Deer Plateau retrospective

Fox's ears fanned backward, but it was the only indication that she was listening to Blue Willow. She continued to tear at the ground, dirt and debris flying behind her as she did so. Her front paws were becoming a dirty mess, and Fox's undercarriage was receiving plenty of the overturned dirt. Not to mention her muzzle and face, which was now covered in the same muddy brown.

When Blue Willow stopped, all Fox could think was, "So she does stop speaking if you wait her out long enough." It seemed that the plateau was overrun by long-winded creatures who loved to drivel on and on. Peregrine was in that category, but at least he wasn't chastising her every move.

The yearling stopped suddenly, whipping her body swiftly to face Willow, though she showed no signs of aggression. "By speaking to me like a child, you are disrespecting me. And as long as you continue to do so, I will continue to ignore whatever it is you have to say. So, Willow, would you like to try again?" Fox was allowing Willow a chance to speak to her as an adult, as a fellow leader. If they meant to work together, there were rules that would have to be followed. Not just by Fox, either. "And don't talk all at once. Not allowing me to get a word in..." was unfair? Rude? Annoying? None of the words fit quite right. "I don't like it."