Blackfoot Forest love can be a liar

starling quickly preened her disturbed fur, doing so with outlandish gestures that suggest she was just so exasperated to be disturbed. the stupid little songbird didn't even realize it was her own fault for lying down in the middle of a path. as far as she was concerned, she had been wronged!

the silver-toned wolf was apologetic enough that starling considered offering a royal pardon - though not before she gave the pewter girl good and hairy eyeball. "it's fine i guess." she supplied snootily, carefully flattening a wry hair that stuck out along her shoulder. "why you in a hurry though?"