Minerva seemed defensive as she stated her desire to go out of the den, but Trei didn't take it personally. After all, if he'd been stuck in a den for most of his life he'd probably be going crazy. He couldn't really blame her for wanting to get out. Integra, swooping in like some sort of plant-toting bird, nudged him out of the way, and he gave ground with a mock-reluctant grumble and a playful nip. "Yeah I don't see why not. Not going to get any stronger curled up in a den all the time, right? Maybe I can go catch you a mouse, Minnie." He puffed up a little as he said that, still proud of his newfound skill in rodent hunts. He was getting pretty good at it, actually.
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OOC: Yes, the reference is deliberate. I couldn't help it.
