Bearclaw Valley Into the woods

Arlette had no reservations about expressing her awe for, how cool Nunataq was, and the latter not only felt this, but basked in this like a cat in sunlight. She had never lacked self-confidence, had never doubted her worth as a person, but it is always nice to be acknowledged by other people. Even moreso from those that mattered. Since she had recently lost Merrick (or rather out self-preservation instinct excluded him from her tiny geometrical figure of friends) and was on her own for the most time, praise was even more important.

She gracefully let Arlette play with her bottle a little, though the expression in her eyes told that this did not come entirely willingly and that she would much rather have the toy all to herself again. Prehaps, the albino girl had sensed it or she simply did not find the plastic wonder as amazing as Nuna did, but she did not keep it with her for long. The moment she released it, the mute girl put a protective paw on it, while keeping a straight face and listening with a smart face, as if she understood every single word of, what Arlette was saying to her.

This was as far as Nuna could go in deceit, she kept silence for a while longer to appear that she was contemplating an answer to the question. Then she shrugged, picked up the bottle and with an inviting glance over her shoulder and wagging tail invited her friend to go on a little adventure.