Moonsong Glacier monachus

he followed!

his voice was loud and stinging; she could see no reason why he would follow her, since she had already refused the hunt he proposed, and suddenly he was in front of her and blocking her path. he said something about fox hides and she didn't understand the idiom (if it was one), and saw no sign of foxes.

her ears batted forward and back, and she glared at him at first with that same annoyance, then her october eyes widened with confusion. you talk a lot but you don't say anything.

at least nothing that makes sense. she grumbled, and puffed up again, her fur spiking along her nape and down her narrow spine.