we know its broken, but here we are

The shuffling movements had her golden eyes narrow. Was he lame? The growl was hardly aggressive enough to make her think twice, it was more of a rumble in a deep chest that she might have sworn she could feel in her own. It really didn't seem like he cared all that much that she called him a coward. Usually, if someone threw that word around back home furs would be bristling and teeth would be bared.

She pulled her head back and up with a sneer on her lips as she watched him limp toward her but it faded as she observed the mechanization that held fast to his leg. Her ears perk forward and she tilts her head. That is until he crosses the typical barrier of a personal bubble. She lets him encroach in her space as she brings her gaze up to that easy smirk. He certainly wasn't as ugly as some of her brothers... Her cheeks grew warm.

He murmured about what he was doing, lifting it up to show her the splint. He was a healer? Her lips broke into a sly grin as he regarded her with deference. "Inferno Princess?" She almost purred, not quite as well as her mother could, but she liked that. Yes, she was an inferno, she'll take princess, though she wouldn't want to let the Saxe's hear anyone call her that. "You're a healer then, Freckles?" She mused with a nickname of her own, with a voice a little too loud, perhaps betraying the pressure in her chest at having him so close. Her tail lashed like a spiteful cat, he was trying to intimidate her.

In a flash, she attempted to reach out and snap her teeth onto a lock of his chest fur. Just enough to test his reflexes.

"speech"