Otter Creek Falling to pieces

She pursed her lips, wondering what it'd be like to treat guys like shit. She certainly had treated her foster father like shit, though because of Fox's place in the picture, she was unlikely to ever feel bad about that. Maybe if they broke up like Hawkeye and he had done, and he came back looking for forgiveness, she would find it in her, but not so long as the red-furred female was paired with him.

"Sorry it didn't work out," she said softly, "but you barfed? Did you barf on a guy's face?" Barfing on a guy's face was almost as romantic as rolling in his shit in Saēna's books, and she couldn't help but giggle and try to hide away a grin.

Despite the sarcasm in her cousin's tone, Saēna knew she was game for anything Junior wanted to do... including running away and founding a pack. Nobody would ever follow a pair of juveniles except maybe Tytonidae, but that never occurred to her. "That's not a bad idea," she mused with a flicker of her ears, "but you know, if you don't want to... you could always come back to the plateau. Nobody will keep you out anymore."