it takes two to whisper quietly

Her dark fur was plastered to her slim form from the storm, but Cascade's tongue swiped across her muzzle with an air of satisfaction. A less than vigilant pair of grouse had met their unfortunate demise as the Saxe had made her way through the rain, and the scattered feathers that were all that remained of them had been left behind some time ago. Mud coated her paws from the now-defunct storm, but that wasn't unusual for someone raising a bevy of rambunctious pups anyway so it didn't bother her any more than her rain soaked coat did. What was of great interest was what caught her eye as she went to pass Valen's den on her way back to her own - the delicate brown figure lounging out on his habitual rock was certainly not Valen's figure and for a moment she stopped to squint in askance before her muzzle split into a wicked grin. Oh-ho, look who it was. Valen's current playtoy. She debated with herself for a beat whether or not Valen would be greatly put out if she stopped to play but really... he'd never said she needed to stay away so he couldn't very well fault her for stopping to say hi and make the girl feel welcome.

Bouncing jauntily up to the rock, she hooked her muddy paws over the edge to peer over suddenly and directly into the girl's face. "Couldn't manage find a den of your own, huh?" she said with a voice that fair dripped with earnest sympathy. "Too bad, Valen's probably feeling pretty damp just now with his den occupied. But anyway, you settling in all right? Comfortable? Need me to get you anything?" As she chattered away in a lightning-speed friendly fashion, her eyes gleamed with mischief. She could smell that heat scent clear as anything, and doubtless Valen could too every moment he spent with her. She had to wonder if he'd claimed the girl as his own yet, and more importantly how mad he'd be were she to needle the girl about it...