Emberwood where did the good people go

Before long Saucy was doing her usual thing, being saucy, stirring up shit. But not literal shit. A game of — shit? Okay Sweet, stop thinking about it for a second. 

She play bows, signifying the end of a conversation; the ensuing game of tag would bolster his spirits in some ways, but also make him homesick (in the sense that he missed his siblings, and sometimes their mother, but as soon as thoughts drifted to their dad — nope nope nope).

He drew back and then dropped, mirroring her with a less enthusiastic bow, tail frisking above his raised hips like a feather boa; then, taking the initiative (which Sweet rarely ever did), he hoped to get the upper hand with a surprisingly fast lunge towards her face and shoulder.