Troublemaker
06-25-2013, 11:57 AM
Sarak took his share graciously, much as she had expected. He had yet to be out right rude to her or harsh in any way. Always reserved at most. They both ate in silence and when he watched her lick her chops laboriously to remove every hint of red, he made a suggestion: ?Rub your face through the clean snow. It should clean the blood from your fur.? She froze, glancing at him for a long moment as his word registered in her mind. It was a good idea and she took to it. Somehow she didn't quite grasp that she could do it lying down though and instead sent her rump in the air and propelled herself alone with her face as a plow. It did the trick, regardless of how goofy she appeared. When she was finished she shook herself free of the snow. This time Sarak took the lead, already cleaned up and ready to go. He looked at her expectantly and she bounded over to pad by him but behind him, respectful of the lead he took. Her shoulder brushed his hip, fur mingling lightly as they moved back through the trees. "You're so nice to me Sarak," She stated lightly, with a real smile this time, energy provided by the hare. Speech, |
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