[aw] looking

Both of the two girls seemed to be telling different stories now. Sparrow still felt a little trapped, but she started noticing their side glances at one another. The small wolf couldn't tell if they were friendly or not, though. She hoped they were friendly. Ricochet said that Peregrine didn't have to lie to the poor thi- hey wait did she mean her? Sparrow shot a pout towards Ricochet without thinking. When she realized it, she wasn't really sure what to do, so she went back to looking at the ground.

Ricochet argued that her story was funnier, but Peregrine was trying to play hers off too. It made Sparrow a little curious, "Why don't you both tell me your story? Best one wins- uh..." she hadn't really thought that far.

"How about best one wins bragging rights? The title of best story." Sparrow's suggestion would hopefully let them both tell their sides, since Sparrow wasn't really sure which one to believe. She still couldn't tell if they were friends or not. She was kind of stuck in the middle whether she wanted to be or not... literally and figuratively.

There seemed to be a palpable tension in the air, but something about it was exciting, unlike the angry tension that always flooded Abaven's pack meetings. Sparrow found herself snickering, "Yea. Please tell me both of your stories. I'd love to hear them!"