Redhawk Caldera wind in the willows

When the familiar vibrancy of Fox's pelt met her eyes, Dove melted back in to her relaxed pose. It took a moment before her fur smoothed out again, but between Fox's statement and a low sigh from Dove, things settled back in to place. She laughed to herself - a little chuckle, and a little forced - before rolling backwards in the direction of her sister. A bit, yes. I thought I was alone.

Her paws were briefly in the air, water dripping from the toes to her wrists, where the fur absorbed the most of it, and then she was facing Fox. A mirror-image of the pose from before, except without the lake to dip her toes in to she simply crossed them. Dove briefly studied her sister's odd proportions and plastered a smirk upon her face as she did so. How are you feeling? You look fit to burst so I can only imagine.