Foxes in love

She giggled as Artorias and Argent went back and forth with one another, the two boys meshing together so easily that it seemed like they were meant to be. Fate was a funny thing, putting them in certain places at just the right time. Marigold was of course outraged at the suggestion and gave Briar a look that said she blamed her mistress entirely for the torment she was now going to have to endure. She'd never hear the end of it, she was sure, but she hoped that perhaps Marigold could come to find some redeeming qualities in the silvered fox eventually so she wouldn't be so alone all the time. Maybe Marigold didn't feel that way, but Briar would be happy if her friend had another friend or partner of sorts.

At Argent's claim that he wouldn't dream of upsetting her, Marigold rolled her eyes, fixing him with a glare. "Well, I don't know why you wouldn't dream about doing something you're so naturally good at," she quipped back with a sarcastic smirk before huffing and storming off back toward the pack lands, all her interest in searching and gathering within the gulley forgotten in her irritation at the tod. Briar giggled again and grinned, glancing at Argent to say, "Welcome to the family," before rising her her paws as well to follow after her companion and begin apologizing for irritating her so much even though she wasn't sorry she had done it in the slightest.

"Briar Fatalis"