Wapun Meadow huir

As always, Ancelin was the one to see the good in the situation. Ameline turned one ear toward him so she could listen to him explain exactly why he was in such high spirits while she licked at the re-opened scar on her shoulder. She smirked and chuffed at his reasoning, and looked back toward him, whiskers pushed forward and ears splayed.

It’th a move for a wolf bein’ chathed, She said, lifting her chin. A wolf who’th runnin’ away…That ain’t uth. 

She gave him a smug smirk, before she shook her head, shrugged, and nodded. 

….But yeah, we’re totally thtealin’ that move. That wath kinda thick eh?