distractions

Otis had been angry with her lately. After having to patch her up every time her shoulder reopened, and the cougar fight... well, he was currently grumbling to himself and sharpening the small blade that was usually strapped to her tail. When the call went out for fight training, he gave her a pointed look and she frowned. What was that supposed to mean? The following hiss he offered before he started to throw small stones at her seemed to scream Because you need it, stupid girl. She stood with a flinch and glared at the opossum, "Fine, FINE! I’m goin’! But not cos yer told me to!" Besides, others were bound to show up too. It wasn’t like it’d just be the two of them again. Surely by the time she made it across the plains someone else would already be there.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like Magnus, quite the opposite if she was honest with herself (which she rarely was). She just didn’t like feeling uncertain about where she stood, and had no intention of coming right out and telling him how she was feeling any time soon. He probably thought she was just a silly little girl anyway.

Sedna was surprised to see she was the first to arrive, her head dipping in greeting as she moved in to bump her nose against the underside of his jaw in greeting before moving back to take a seat. "Tough crowd huh?" She asked with a smile. Maybe Otis had hurried her along quicker than she had realised.

"speech".