Jamie arrives at a sedate trot, jaw cracking as she yawns. her fur is rumpled from the nap she’d taken, ensuring she’s as well rested as possible for the journey; today is bound to tire her out. blinking the sleep from her eyes, she observes her sister’s antis with a mix of amusement and irritation. “chill out, Sel, you’re making me dizzy just watching you.” her gaze shifts to uncle Ollie, huffing at his comment. ”i don’t need watching,” she protests, lifting her chin at what she imagines to be a dignified angle. “i can look after myself, unlike some of these fur-brains.” she gestures to her littermates - but despite her disparaging comment, there’s a gleam of mischief in her eye. if anyone enjoys ruling up their siblings, it’s her.
