Suitable, My Queen?

*Roselin* · 08-15-2015, 07:04 PM

Roselin giggled as she pressed against him, her eyes slowly closing to the world as she settled in the only fur she didn't grow sickened too. A giggle burst from her as he nipped at her, and she shook her head, too much in a good mood to bite him back, though she wanted too he had moved away far too quickly. "You're such a smooth talker." She said with a roll of her eyes, shoving slightly with her shoulder against his as he nuzzled her. She hummed lightly, softly as he told her could decide what to do, and for a moment the aspect of hunting was suddenly...duller than it had been previously. Here, pressed close to her beloved brother, she wanted to spend this time here with him. Celebrate this place that was nearly perfect enough for them. But eh, Ros always knew her standards were (rightfully) high.

So she turned mismatched eyes back up to her brother, the colors dancing excitedly in the dappled light that fell upon them. "Actually..." She drawled, shifting up more to turn more fully towards her brother. "After such a long walk, I'd like nothing more than to stretch my legs." She would lift up onto her paws, stepping away from him and searching for a flat enough arena. She spun then, almost hopping as she settled into a play bow she would never let anyone but Ambrose see. Her tail swished behind him, a genuine grin upon her lips. "Care to join me?" She wanted to fight, and the best opponent she could ever ask for was her mirror opposite.

"Talk" "You" Think

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