Fox's Glade Stilled

“You got business with Kvarsheim?” she barks, annoyance showing on her face, “talk. Otherwise I’m sure you and 'Mr. Chatty' can find some way to entertain yourselves on the other side of that hill,” she gestures with a grunt.

Yeah, maybe a part of her was envious. This girl was tall and pale and still had a figure and hadn’t forever shackled away her years of youth. Even in this moment Tauris didn’t mind being an example of what happens when you give in to impulses. It was a charitable teaching opportunity, if anything. She lets her paw stamp like a broody heifer just for the drama of it.