While the cat's away
10-20-2015, 09:09 PM
Impatiently Rhys waited, fidgeting all the while. She didn't like waiting. Instant gratification was more her speed. 'Patience' in Rhys's mind, was one of those things adults talked about that couldn't possibly be real, like nice big sisters. And there were her boys! Just in time too, because Rhys could see one of the Abaven wolves approaching. Gesturing for her boys to hurry up and get into a huddle, Rhys then shot the approaching wolf a narrow-eyed, suspicious glare - because in this particular game she was the enemy - before hunkering down. "We gon' foller dem, Rheeth?" He was too loud! "Shhhh! Chaos! SHHH!" Rhys flailed at him before snapping her head up to see if the yearling could have heard what Chaos has said. She then ducked back down. Knowing she had to be quick, Rhys then went on to explain in a hurried whisper, "No, BUT if we prove we can play just like Vana and Angel they might let us go next time. I think we should siege the cousins. Wanna?" Before she could say more the yearling girl was within speaking distance and the young pup smoothed her expression into one of innocence, like she wasn't sizing the girl up for an attack in case her brothers agreed with her. The bird - the bird?? - asked about Chaos's teeth in a rude way and Rhys was quick to toss her two cents in. "Nothing," she said, "they're for poking nosy little birds!" |