Totoka River she's the giggle at a funeral

she doesn't fall for his bait -- well, fair enough. samothes resists the urge to roll his eyes, even as his ears prick forward curiously. "your purpose?" god only knows what that might be. last he'd known, samaantine had been quite content to wear the mantle of the messeda name and do all those familial duties. yet now she has some mysterious purpose in the teekons? hm. 

the messeda boy wants to know more but he suspects he will not get much by probing -- she'll deny him just to be a brat even if she really wants him to know (as he suspects is the case). with exaggerated poise he draws himself to his paws and takes a few steps toward the forest, looking back over his shoulder at her. "at any rate, i'm quite busy, you see," he says, pointedly unaffected by her scheming, "but perhaps i'll see you around, if it suits my purpose."