Girls night out

She watched as Manea took a long gulp of the alcohol. Grinning at her cousin. It was good to see Manea let loose a little. The tension of leadership had been sitting heavily upon her brow of late. She needed to learn to kick back and enjoy life a little. The little details would work themselves out.

Manea passed it back, and Ara took another good sip, before storing it in the bag she carried so it wouldn’t get broken. “Trouble!?” she gasped at the accusation, feigning offence. “You have the [i] best [/u] times with me, and you know it” she smirked. Pausing as she caught wind of the big cat's scent. They were close now, close enough for the hunt to really begin. She snickered softly, clearly a little tipsy herself, and raised a paw in an exaggerated gesture. “What's the battle plan, boss?”


"Naráca Mendacium"