My Lipgloss is Poppin'

*Rozenn* · (This post was last modified: 02-28-2015, 12:28 PM by Rozenn.)

Rozenn chuckled softly as her brother tossed a quip right back at her, playfully trying to nibble on her ear. "Why no where, of course! Us just being here has added more beauty to this land than these trees could ever hope for." She turned her nose up in sign of her higher status over the tree, letting out another soft breath of laughter. It was at least something to look at though, the soft branches twisting and turning in the wind. But when she looked at Claude, she saw that look of determination on his face. Oh boy, he had locked his mind on something and she knew that it wasn't going to budge. Oh great, more walking then? She just wanted to relax for a little bit! Although when he spoke of somewhere colder, her rusty ears pulled forward as she eyed him with interest. Cooler, eh? Probably less wolves up there in the summer, so less to protect her from. Clever boy. Plus he was probably growing tired of all her stops along the way to rest in the shade, but she couldn't help that it was so damn hot here! If she could change that she would have done that weeks ago. She was about to grumble about it when Claude's belly sounded an alarm, and he made a comment about getting food. She chuckled, dipping down to try and reach her head between his legs, trying to push her cold nose into his stomach. "I hear some noise down here, perhaps we should get you something to eat," she teased, pulling up and licking him on the cheek. He told her that they had lingered here too long, licking her fur in the right way. She hummed softly, but sighed when she rose to her paws. "Je suis fatigué de la marche. Que sommes-nous courons de toute façon?" Rozenn asked, raising a brow at her similarly coloured brother. They had been moving pretty much non stop since getting here, but why? She knew she was in heat, you didn't have to tell her twice, but he could just shove her in a cave and roll a bolder in front of it or something! She didn't want to walk any further, and by the level of heat here, the North was still a long way off. Letting out a huff, she watched her brother look around for prey behind the screen of the willows. "Ce est le milieu de la journée, Claude. Ils sont probablement tous persistante dans l'ombre aussi."

"SPEAK!"
"SPEAK FRENCH"

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