uh oh spaghettios!

Rexx. Surprisingly, the name fit the boy. As she fit snugly against his thicker coat, she glanced at his tusks and bright purple eyes. Unsure how or why the name fits him, but it did. She would have responded with another pleasantry about meeting him but her jaw was chattering just a bit too much. Forced to focus on moving through the billowing storm that roared down on them, Rheum kept her eyes on the opening of the cave. Even when the winds picked up, she could still see the mouth of the cave. Thankful she had someone to rescue her, she breathed a sigh of relief when they finally made it.

Peeling herself off of his shoulder, she found somewhere near him to sit so she could assess her ankle. Damn her for not bringing along a med kit. With a furrowed brow, she lifted her paw closer to her face. One ear turned in his direction as he began to chatter toward her. "Nihongo," she responds without so much as lifting her yellow gaze from her paw. Using the other paw to palpate the tender area, she came to the conclusion that it wasn't broken just sprained. Another sigh of relief rushed from her before she looked up at him. A playful smile on her muzzle showed as he mentioned the secretive pack.

"Per'aps I am, per'aps I'm not," the thick accent of her mother's tongue feeds her common language. An odd switch between the two, but when one adult teaches one and the other teaches something else, switching was easy for her. "If I tell ya abou' it, it wouldn' be so secret anymore," Rheum admits with a wink. "Are you a pirate? Ya smell like one," the girl didn't mean anything bad by it. She literally meant he smelled like them as in his own siblings and mother. Maybe she should follow up with that... "I, uh, met a couple of ye not long ago. Tha's actually where I was headed from," her smile is sheepish and tender as she keeps her gaze on him.

Rheum Genji-Archer