Am I really Talking to You About This

He joined her on the ground, more carefully so not to disturb his rider. The bird flared her wings to balance herself, before hopping back off him again and landing on the soft grass. She waddled away a bit and turned back to look at them. Other then that, winter was silent.

She turned her attention back to Rhyme, who's eyes where already on her. He laughed at her, but their was no mockiness to the sound. She playfully punched his shoulder with a paw. "Sod off" she told him, but she laughed, meaning no insult. "I feel like if they where still here, I wouldnt have to be the main responsible wolf in my own life. Instead, they are gone and I'm in charge. We are in charge. How did that happen, rhyme? She wondered softly, flicking her tail on the ground, before rolling and scooting so she could look at him properly. She took another, awkward sip of the bottle. "Besides, your one to talk! You want to sleep with all the pretty girls. That's your problem isnt it? What's holding you back. She snorted so hard bubbled came out of her nose. She knew she shouldn't push his buttons, but she had forgotten why.