Wapun Meadow Filling out Papers

Irene’s grin widened at Hokulani’s words, eyes flicking toward the raised paw, watching it hover close without touching. Paying attention to me, are you? Well, now that is something, she quipped, her voice dipping into a playful drawl. And here I thought you were all business, miss social creature.

She tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing against the air where Hokulani’s paw had lingered, a deliberate motion that said she was enjoying the moment. Her tail flicked lazily behind her, scattering snow like punctuation to her words.  

The right pack, huh? Irene mused, her tone still teasing but with a note of curiosity now. That does sound tricky. Too much structure, you’re bored; too much chaos, you’re miserable. You’d need something perfect—something that lets you be, well… She smirked, gesturing vaguely with her muzzle. You.

Her gaze softened slightly as she studied Hokulani, catching the flicker of something unspoken in her companion’s expression. For a moment, Irene considered digging deeper, but she wasn’t the type to pry—at least not outright.