Keep Your Eyes on Me

Nevada had her muscles coiled, ready to jump up and get the grapes she was after, when suddenly a hearty laugh got her attention. She relaxed from her posture, standing up straight as she looked for the owner of the voice. And it wasn't hard to find her. Dios bueno, this woman was big. The smaller girl hated having to crane her neck to look into her eyes, though, so she took a couple steps back. Much better. "I'm quite alright, preciosa," she said with a smile that was only slightly condescending. She wasn't sure how huge wolves like this one even got off the ground. "See?" she said, returning to her place and crouching before launching herself up once more.

Perhaps it was the fact that she had an audience to impress, but for some reason Nevada had no trouble snatching the grapes this time. She came down with the whole bunch in her mouth, and she grinned as she set it on the ground at her feet. She'd have to save some for Alma, the little bird loved her fruits. "Now, tell me," the little woman said in her accented voice. "I've never heard this word before, you say I'm a munchkin?"

Nevada was very fluent in this tongue, but alas, some words still eluded her. "Or perhaps I do not want to know what that means?" she asked with a smirk, green eyes alight with mischief.