Cedar Sweep Black swan

She kept her paws close to herself a little longer, siphoning what little heat her body had. You could at least try to be useful. She huffs lightly, shifting and pulling a paw out to brush over her face and muzzle.

World's'a disappointing place. Envy made the observation easily, the weight of history made sure of that. Her shoulders rolled beneath her fur and her figure leaned into a casual stretch, one she would bounce out of as the tension in her muscles snapped, rolling seamlessly right back to her usual skip-trot. She circled him again, let her tail slid along his side, her face halting in front of his own. S'pose I should stop expecting men to be any different.

Accusatory, she spoke with a bite to her tongue, rolled her eyes and then slithered back to the riverbank to pick up her supplies, casting a shrug his way. Y'don't need to follow me if you don' wanna. Go off an' hunt something. I can find what I need without you.