Survivors - Rule the Wild || Accepting

[bork.]

Kisha looked at Rogue. "You're not dull. If you were dull, then I couldn't be here talking to you."

[RogueRunner]

Rogue: Grins slightly. This, of course, was a fantastic feat, considering I rarely smiled. "Hm. Fair enough." I curl up into a furry ball. "I can retaliate. Feeling-wise."

[bork.]

Kisha nuzzled, him. "Well. You should stay in camp while your wounds heal." She woofed.

[RogueRunner]

Rogue: I glance up at her, but then shut my eyes again. "You're right. I'll just rest here." What a strange relationship we have. It is something between mates and awkward friends.

[bork.]

Kisha looked at the sky as it darkened, rain thickened the air with it's mushy scent. "We might want to get into the den."

[RogueRunner]

Rogue: I shake out my pelt, "No, I'm fine. I like the rain. It reminds me of my mother..." I trail off, letting a raindrop trickle onto my back. "Besides, I have thick fur anyway..." I turn away awkwardly, not meeting her eye.

[bork.]

Kisha frowned slightly. "Alright, well. I could stay out here, but I don't feel like getting rained on today."

[RogueRunner]

Rogue: I sigh, "Then don't." I hope I hadn't sounded too harsh.

[bork.]

Kisha looked at him for a moment, and stayed put. "You might as well come inside though, the rain will clog up your pelt."

[RogueRunner]

Rogue: I sigh, standing, "Alright then." I limp into the hunter den.

Atlas: I sprint into the hunter den for refuge from the upcoming storm. I see Sammy racing for the scout den, as well.