Whitefish River Feed me Seymour

Dropping her tail and scruff, the russet girl stopped and rolled her eyes at him. Did he really think that flattery was going to make her roll over and give him what ever he wanted. But he did seem sincere when he said he would leave. And she couldn't hold him accountable for trespassing when there weren't even any borders set yet. She sighed and met his green eyes again.

"No, you're not trespassing." she admitted before continuing. "But if you had come here about a week from now, then you would be." she explained, her aggressiveness gone.

"And no more singing. Just no more, you're making my ears go numb." she whined, rubbing her paw over her ear in fake pain, her eyes sparkling.