Post by lorki on Apr 17, 2009 17:10:35 GMT -6
"That's a muppet's name, if anythin'."
Sleet shook her head, she was quite aware of his inability to say a simple 'thank you.' She herself had couldn't recall him ever thanking her for anything. They paid one another back through sacrifices, she supposed there was no need for thanks while he would surely save her tail (or what was left of it) in the near future anyway. After all, once she and Redin had realized they couldn't succeed in killing one another, they had to switch goals to keeping one another alive. Thus far they'd done well enough.
"He means to say he's grateful." She smirked at the otter, he'd done a good job of patching her friend up, even after the problems the fox had caused. But then again she wouldn't have been keen on helping some beast who was talking of killing her friend the whole time. the emotional otter had some humility going for him... or perhaps against him.
Speaking of the healer, she hoped on top of all that he was also a bit dull, considering Redin's comment about 'procuring' sounded just as suspicious as he'd probably meant it to... and Sleet wouldn't be surprised if the Otter got the same message she did, even without knowing the weasels tendencies. She ccowled at her friend as She stood up and snatched the bottle away. She considering thwacking him with it too, but it was too difficult to find a spot she could hit without causing more profuse bleeding so instead she simply stowed it back in her satchel.
The fox's farewell made her grit her fangs together. She didn't respond because she knew anything out of her mouth would not have been pleasant. She watched him go, unable to keep the thought that he would make a splendid assassin as well. Even better, then she could call him competition and get rid of him for a reason other then being obnoxious, which seemed a bit unjust.
As if reading her thoughts, Redin spoke. "Bloody fox leaps through the trees like you do. It'll be hell tryin' t' catch 'im."
She chuckled lightly at him while reaching out to grip his paw and heave him forward. It was difficult to remind herself she would love at times to stab the weasel through with any sharp object near by. Perhaps it was that she was too airily forgiving of him, perhaps it was that no matter the situation she could find some form of humor in him, or them as a duo. Something not exactly bright but at least... uplifting in some form.
"Maybe..." She glanced in the direction Springheel had disappeared, "... Maybe someday I'll catch him for you as a present. I'll put a bow on his head and swing him from a tree." She winked
Sleet shook her head, she was quite aware of his inability to say a simple 'thank you.' She herself had couldn't recall him ever thanking her for anything. They paid one another back through sacrifices, she supposed there was no need for thanks while he would surely save her tail (or what was left of it) in the near future anyway. After all, once she and Redin had realized they couldn't succeed in killing one another, they had to switch goals to keeping one another alive. Thus far they'd done well enough.
"He means to say he's grateful." She smirked at the otter, he'd done a good job of patching her friend up, even after the problems the fox had caused. But then again she wouldn't have been keen on helping some beast who was talking of killing her friend the whole time. the emotional otter had some humility going for him... or perhaps against him.
Speaking of the healer, she hoped on top of all that he was also a bit dull, considering Redin's comment about 'procuring' sounded just as suspicious as he'd probably meant it to... and Sleet wouldn't be surprised if the Otter got the same message she did, even without knowing the weasels tendencies. She ccowled at her friend as She stood up and snatched the bottle away. She considering thwacking him with it too, but it was too difficult to find a spot she could hit without causing more profuse bleeding so instead she simply stowed it back in her satchel.
The fox's farewell made her grit her fangs together. She didn't respond because she knew anything out of her mouth would not have been pleasant. She watched him go, unable to keep the thought that he would make a splendid assassin as well. Even better, then she could call him competition and get rid of him for a reason other then being obnoxious, which seemed a bit unjust.
As if reading her thoughts, Redin spoke. "Bloody fox leaps through the trees like you do. It'll be hell tryin' t' catch 'im."
She chuckled lightly at him while reaching out to grip his paw and heave him forward. It was difficult to remind herself she would love at times to stab the weasel through with any sharp object near by. Perhaps it was that she was too airily forgiving of him, perhaps it was that no matter the situation she could find some form of humor in him, or them as a duo. Something not exactly bright but at least... uplifting in some form.
"Maybe..." She glanced in the direction Springheel had disappeared, "... Maybe someday I'll catch him for you as a present. I'll put a bow on his head and swing him from a tree." She winked
