Hushed Willows [m] I just wanna feel something, tell me where to go

Kyrell clicked his tongue. Beaver, huh? You folk here can't seem to decide what I am.

Cresting the ledge, his paws touched down upon the grass. He looked Mae up and down before snorting. I'm little? He extended a paw, first leveling it at the height of her shoulder before raising it to match his own. That's a bold statement from someone as short as you.

A glimmer danced within his emerald eyes. But, if "little" bothers you, Mite, I suppose I can spare you. You seem bugged enough about something during that meeting earlier, anyway. A self-satisfied grin settled upon his face.

Clearly, they both were hilarious.