Will You Remember?

"Wind you up, do I?" Asla arched the brow above her left eye, raising the marking with it. She didn't intentionally wind him up most of the time. Sure, sometimes she wanted to get a rise out of him just to see how he'd react, but some of her natural behaviors just affected him, she guessed. "I'm the smallest of four and the only girl. I grew up sleeping in big piles of bodies." With one paw, she motioned to the den behind her. "This is new. A gift from my father." She assumed he was trying to get them all out of thre den so he and mom could bang out another litter, but what did she know for sure? "I like my own space but I still like sleeping beside others. It's comforting." A bit of coldness crept into her gaze. She felt as though he was judging her. "If you don't like it, I'll stop."

At his offer to fetch her breakfast, Aslas stomach growled. Loudly. She furrowed her brow and gave her stomach a glare before sighing. "I suppose I should eat something." There was a lot to do today. She'd already slept in. It was time to get a move on. She wouldn't be any good while starving though.