The sound of laughter drew her neck to the left as another approached. He two had antlers, which drew a soft giggle from her own rosy kissers. Dainty head followed the other's movement into the cave, as eyes flicked to watch Htar. She saw the ears, the hip kiss the wall and the clear dislike written upon his face. Sharp eyes also caught sight of the drenched mouse scurrying away into the cave. Clearly it was rare of her to actually enjoy storms. Coking her hip she allowed the two stallions to fight it out. Ears pricked to catch the exchange searching for the tones behind the words. Htar was not happy about this at all, but the other seemed to be blissfully unaware. Feathers swished softly in the moist air as the alabaster spoke of protecting the weak.
Another batch of warm giggles tickled the cool air before she spoke, "Do not make the weaker of us protect the others. There is no need for harsh words or actions. Do we not all wish to be out of this gale?" She smiled looking between the two for a moment before continuing. "Sir, is it not rude to ask questions before even giving your own name?" The smile now upon her face was that of a patient mother gently reprimanding a naughty child. "I am Tiva and this stallion, you have shoved, is Htar." Blinking softly she watched the golden tree marked stud. How would he take her words? Would there be a fight here after all? It didn't matter, not to her anyway.
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