Seaside Moors You laugh and smile at me but you don't see a thing,

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She grinned wolfishly, obviously quite pleased with herself for having caught her tail, but the look she received in turn made her blood run cold, and made her features droop. Grimnismal was looking at her with confusion, which was quite a disappointment. This was supposed to cheer her up, but she had failed. She let go of her tail and it drooped back toward her haunches where it hung lifelessly. She pouted for a moment in disappointment, before she realized she probably shouldn't act like such a child. Maybe Grimnismal thought she was just being stupid because she'd never had a tail of her own to catch. Regardless, her attempt at bringing cheer had failed, and this caused Chacal to lose interest. This woman wasn't willing to fawn over her the way her mothers had, and it was discouraging.

So she heaved a sigh, and gave the masked woman a bit of a nod, and an apologetic shrug of her shoulder before she began to saunter off, ears drooping and head bobbing barely above the level with her withers. She'd resign, for now, and would try to find someone else who was perhaps easier to impress.