Swiftcurrent Creek Even if we're discovered, just be sure to wear your best

And just like that, she was rejected... by a child. Her head tilted in utter confusion. Was she not fun? Was she not cool? Pink lips pressed into a tight line as the young woman righted herself with a ruffle of her pelt, an attempt to rid the dirt from her underbelly as well as any leftover humiliation. Vystra drifted her rosy gaze from the small tyrant to her father, flicking her ears awkwardly as if to say I tried. If she had arms, she would've shrugged them.

Closing the space once more so that she met with her leader, the rejection of the pup had already lifted from her shoulders. Akavir would definitely have his hands full with this one. 

If Vys could get over her own family abandoning her, she could take the tantrum of a headstrong babe. The large black-coated male before her at least looked amused by her antics, and so she focused on that. Tail wagging, she tried out a simple greeting she had learned long ago. "Hi."