rebel just for kicks

Pawsteps, rhythmic as the drip drop of the water falling from the ceiling. She was so comfortable, so mellow, that she couldn't even be bothered. Her humming tapered off into a soft sigh. Any more comfy, and she would fall asleep. Oooh, a nap. That sounded awesome. She shifted a little, easing her forelimbs out from beneath herself. They sprawled out to the side with her hind limbs, and she settled her cheek on the moss. ”Oooh yeah,” She heaved. ”that's the stuff.” Yeah, nap time.

Wait. No. The pawsteps had stopped. Aww, but she was comfy now! Cracking open one eye, she almost instantly located a pale wolf. Small, like she was. With a pretty auburn face. Oh wow. Oh boy. Pretty girl. Lurching into a vaguely vertical position, she tried to arrange herself in a less lazy, loafish way. She lounged much like a sphynx, and grinned as charming as she could. ”Aren't you a breath of fresh air,” She said by way of greeting. Hah! Take that! She wasn't an idiot.. all the time. The last pretty girl had been a fluke. Star babes weren't something she'd ever seen before, and she had been caught off guard.