hit me with your best shot
Now that she was finally free of the humidity and the heat of the sun, Ricochet let herself start to really relax. She lay sprawled across the cool stone, yawning again softly as her mismatched eyes grew heavier. The shade was nice, and these woods were so quiet. She lowered her head to rest on her extended front legs and started to drift off. After all, a little extra sleep never killed anyone. Ricochet had been sleeping peacefully for a few minutes when suddenly something hit her. Like, really hit her, hard enough to yank her right out of her sleep and send her rolling off the stone into the dirt and pine needles of the forest floor. Her eyes were wide open now, and a snarl was rolling steadily off her lips. "What the hell?" she snapped, pushing herself slowly to her feet and shaking off the grime that had gotten in her fur. Her lip was still curled instinctively as she looked up to see who had so rudely awaken her. Whoever it was, they were about to get their ass kicked.
Or, maybe not. Her snarl lessened when she saw the snowy babe in front of her, and the brow above her one green eye arched with interest. "Hey," she said, a bit bluntly. But she didn't sound as pissed as she did before. It was a start. "Do you make a habit of tripping over wolves while they're sleeping, or was that little surprise just for me?" Ricochet grinned wryly and flicked her tail behind her. She couldn't help but show a little interest. This woman was nearly as tall as she was. Not to mention she looked pretty tough, with a kick ass scar on her back. What might that be from? Probably a fight, but Ricochet would never waste an opportunity to do a little teasing. "Looks like someone was holding on a little too tight," she couldn't help but chuckle as she eyed the scar. "Tell him not to use his claws next time." |