Ravensblood Forest Fresh Start

She hisses in disgust and shoves away from him roughly, tail plume high. 
"I might let you dig the den a bit bigger. If you insist." She answers with a petulant tone, rolling her eyes. "Better than waking up to a gloppy mudhole and soggy Moss." She tries to sound surly but its obvious there's a smirk on her face. She hates it, hates how he makes her feel, hates how she dreams of him taking her roughly and passionately. Father would be disgusted with me. Mother would demand I take Bittering Herbs. A halfling. Of all the stupid things....She sighed, turning. "The rain appears to be slowing. Lets go finish marking. I'll...find some way to contribute, I suppose." She huffs.