Dancin' With Myself

It was dry, but Lillianna still made her den in the rocks of the Rustling Thicket. She had spent too much time prepping it, and Farrym adored it when the sun was shining and he could lounge on the rocks. Of course, she loved it too. Right now the sky was partially overcast, so Lillie and Farrym wandered together in a comfortable silence, until a commotion caught Lillianna's attention. What... the hell? Lillianna blinked at the jumping wolf. What on earth was she doing? It was made a few moments clear when Sparrow circled around the bush; she was using it as practice! That was a brilliant idea! Especially if you didn't want to spar, or had no one to spar with. She was still annoyed and grumpy at Sparrow - she didn't like the girl at all, but whatever - but she would push that aside. Maybe an actual conversation would make it better. "Hey, Sparrow," Lillianna murmured casually, dipping her head to the female. "That's a good idea you have," she commented, jerking her muzzle at the bush. "I never thought about that."