Cedar Sweep Black swan

Oh right- I shoulda known you were too much of a priss for hard work. She rolls her eyes, carefully extracting what she could from soil that stubbornly fought back against her clawed feet. Fine fine, I won't burden your delicate jaws. her tail flicked dismissively, her jaws plucking the dirt-covered roots out one by one, until she'd extracted all she could. What a shame. She'd hoped she could've made him carry a mouthful of dirt, maybe she'd have to charm him with some feminine wile or whatnot. Either way, her next priority? A river. She'd wash the dirt off if she was the one carrying them.

She leered forwards, mimicking his mocking tone, a playful twinge to her taunt Well, y'better start entertaining me then.